Article May 21, 1977 Issue

The Trip to Washington

Douglas Arthur Staples

The year my eighth-grade class went on a week's field trip to Washington, District of Columbia, was the first time I'd been on my own. Before this, there'd always been another family member with me. I was caught up in the excitement of seeing the magnificent monuments and statues of people who'd made history. We went from the Capitol to George Washington's home outside the city in Virginia. Mount Vernon was beautiful. I could imagine Washington riding about the green fields on his big horse two hundred years ago. It was hard to keep my mind on the present.

As I went to pay for a Mother's Day gift in a shop in Mount Vernon, I discovered my wallet was missing! I hurried back to the buses in which we traveled each day and looked, but I couldn't find it. This wallet contained all my spending money for the rest of the trip.

I telephoned my mother in New York, and she agreed to pray with me. Then I turned to God, trying to put into practice what I'd learned of Christian Science. I knew God would provide me with everything I needed and more.

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