I was reared in a deeply religious...

I was reared in a deeply religious home, and as a child and adolescent I just about lived in church on Sundays. When the time came for me to choose a career, I decided to become a nurse, for service to mankind appealed strongly to me. In time I graduated and became a registered nurse. Most of my young womanhood was spent in following this profession in various capacities, both in private duty and in institutional fields.

In the early spring of 1933, however, my health failed, and I was forced to give up my position. Also, the financial savings I had invested during the years of activity had become frozen assets, and as I had no home of my own to which to go, I quickly sank into the depths of despair. The physicians of the institution I served gave me every needed attention, but instead of improving I grew worse physically and mentally. And after a few months of constant attention from physicians, I willingly entered a state hospital for mental cases.

I had been ill for a whole year, when one spring day I was taken out of doors. The day seemed more beautiful than any I had remembered in a long time. The new green grass seemed so delicate and soft; the trees with their new light green lacy leaves seemed so alive, and the sky was a canopy of light blue enveloping all this loveliness. As I lay there looking up I thought: "This world is really beautiful, and some say there is a God of love behind all this that we see. If that is true, how can a God who is Love willfully decree that one of His creatures should be laid aside and become useless, especially one who was so eager to be useful? There must be something wrong somewhere." And then "a still small voice" seemed to whisper, "Why don't you look into Christian Science?" I was startled at the thought, but as if I were answering I said, "Well, why not?"

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June 20, 1942

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