Testimony of Healing January 18, 1975 Issue

Early one Saturday afternoon I was riding my bicycle down a...

Duncan Robert Moon with contributions from Lucille E. Dowson

Early one Saturday afternoon I was riding my bicycle down a steep hill toward a busy intersection. I was moving very fast, when the front wheel came off, sending me flying over the handlebars. I turned myself so that my shoulder and arm partly protected my face.

When I came to, there was a crowd of people around me. They wanted me to go to a hospital, but I insisted that they take me home. When I got there, no one was around. I was afraid. There was great pain in my shoulder and back, and I couldn't lift my arm. On one side of my face the skin had been torn. I called a Christian Science practitioner I knew, but she wasn't at home.

I lay down on the couch. Then I decided to call my mother's office to see if she was there, but I couldn't sit up to reach the phone. Next came a feeling of near panic, but I got hold of myself and challenged the fear, knowing that I was not alone because God is with me always.

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