Recently, as I was driving home one afternoon, I was hit broadside...

Recently, as I was driving home one afternoon, I was hit broadside by another car. The impact literally demolished my car and left it turned over with the driver's side down. The accident occurred about two hundred feet from where I normally park at home. An ambulance arrived, with the fire department and the police. I was told later that paramedics had to cut the top of the car off so they could remove me. From neighbors' reports, no one was able to identify either the car or me until one of them discovered my purse. The neighbors pleaded with the paramedics to open my purse right away—to be sure it was me, so they could call my children. This the paramedics did and then told my neighbors to tell my children they were trying to keep me alive until they could get me to the hospital. I was unconscious all during this time, but certainly God is ever present and always governing. My life was "hid with Christ."

My younger son was called, and he and his wife drove to the hospital within an hour. The two older children flew in from up north later that night. The doctors explained to the children that they had taken about twenty stitches on my head. My arm was in a cast from the fingertips to the shoulder. My back was broken (there was concern about paralysis because of it), and also three ribs were broken. I had bruises from head to toe.

The only thing I remember about this time is my son asking me for the phone number of the Christian Science practitioner I usually called. Apparently, much to everyone's astonishment, I reeled off the number slick-as-a-whistle! The moment she received the call, the practitioner told me later, she thought to herself, "This has never happened to God's perfect child." (Because of the gash on my head the doctors did not give me any medication.) Only Christian Science treatment was given. I was in the intensive care unit at the hospital for about a week. When I finally got to thinking a little more clearly, I asked (over strenuous objections from the doctors) to be taken to a Christian Science sanatorium. My request was granted, and once at the sanatorium, I was put in intensive care. Those dear nurses could only turn me using the bed sheets, but their tender, loving care was unlimited. I couldn't sit up or hold my books, and this made me deeply grateful for the twenty-four-hour-a-day loudspeaker system at the sanatorium—through it I could hear recordings of the Bible Lesson from the Christian Science Quarterly, chapters of Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy and hymns from the Christian Science Hymnal. What a blessing!

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