Testimony of Healing October 9, 1948 Issue

I feel that the experience I am...

Olive E. McMackin with contributions from William F. McMackin

I feel that the experience I am about to relate comes as near being what is called a miracle as some of the healings accomplished in the days of Jesus' disciples.

In October, 1946, my husband and I were driving across the country from west to east on a government highway. A car driving against a red light did not stop for the crossing, but drove right into our car, overturning it and throwing me quite a distance. I struck a telephone pole and landed on the ground. Before I knew what was going on around me, and while I seemed to be in another realm, just as if someone had spoken to me, a voice said, "Now you are dead." I replied, "No, I am not dead; I am the reflection of Mind, and Mind is Life; therefore, because I am the reflection of God, infinite Life, I cannot be dead." At this moment I opened my eyes and said, "You see, I am here; I am not dead." Then I realized that many people were present. A woman was bending over me, and a doctor was saying, "Your car is smashed to pieces, and so are you." He told me that I had a large gash in my head and he did not know how many bones were broken. I was asked how I got where I was. It was almost unbelievable that I was not under the car, for it was lying on the side on which I had been sitting, and I was about three feet from it.

There was no place for me to go but to a hospital, nineteen miles distant. We were about two thousand miles from home. My husband wired for help to a Christian Science practitioner in the city to which we were going, and by the time we reached the hospital the broken bones were set. When an X-ray picture was made, the doctor was dumfounded and said, "The bones are all perfectly set now; all you need are some stitches in your head." But he said that I would have to stay in the hospital for at least six weeks. I told him I wanted no stitches taken, and that I was going on to my destination the next morning. He laughed at me and told the nurse to give me some morphine, thinking I was delirious. The nurse came in shortly with the morphine, and I refused it. She said that I could not endure the pain and that I would die during the night. I told her that I had no pain, and that I was sure I should not die.

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