About twenty-eight years ago,...

About twenty-eight years ago, while living on the West Coast, I failed to recover fully from the birth of my second child. My mother, who lived on the East Coast, wrote to me inviting me to come to her home and let her take care of me. I eagerly accepted the invitation, and arrangements were made for me to make the trip by train with my six-months-old baby and eight-year-old son.

I shall never cease to be grateful for the love and kindness expressed toward me on that long trip. I could do very little and spent most of the time resting. Upon arriving at my mother's home, weak and exhausted after the five-day trip, I was met with the news that my mother had passed on the day before. It was almost more than I could bear.

In great pain I consulted a doctor and was told that unless I had an operation I would be a semi-invalid for the rest of my life. I had been reading Christian Science literature for some time, and my son had been attending the Sunday School. I thought that this Science was a beautiful theory, but I had never turned to it for healing. After hearing the doctor's verdict, however, I turned to Science wholeheartedly and became an earnest student. The healing was slow, as there were many lessons to be learned and much fear to be overcome, but it was complete. I am grateful to the practitioners who helped me at different times and to the friends who stood by me in the dark hours.

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