Testimony of Healing October 30, 1937 Issue

The first of April, 1935, my mother was called about...

Eugene N. Cahill

The first of April, 1935, my mother was called about midnight and told I had met with a very serious accident, and that if she wished to see me alive, she must hurry to the emergency hospital, where I had been taken.

In her hour of need, my mother called a Christian Science practitioner. With words of kindliness and confidence he calmed my mother to a point where she was able to go and face what she thought to be great danger, sorrow, and even death. Not knowing my condition, the practitioner said: "I shall work for life. The first opportunity you have, call me, and let me know what the injuries seem to be."

Upon arriving at the hospital, my family was told that I had fallen three stories, and landed on a cement sidewalk. It was said that there was no use doing anything other than make me comfortable; that death might be best, for if I lived I would probably be a cripple for life. At three O'clock in the morning my mother called the practitioner to tell injuries—a shattered kneecap, a leg broken just below the hip, a badly shattered right arm, a dislocated left shoulder, and a fractured skull. His assuring words were, "We shall know that God is taking care of him."

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