I was one of many who were fearful of our junior high school...

I was one of many who were fearful of our junior high school physical education class, and especially of our instructor—a man who believed in all work and no play.

In this class, wrestling evoked my strongest dislike, and because of this I was quite frightened when I was asked to wrestle with one of my classmates. In an instant he knocked me to the ground, and I fell on my elbow. There was a snap, which seemed to indicate a broken arm. My parents were called, and as I waited, I realized that there wasn't an injury to be healed, but an illusion of a fearful consciousness to be wiped away. This correct view of the situation brought peace. When my parents arrived, I was able to meet them with a smile and an ever-growing awareness of God's presence.

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April 21, 1973
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