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When I was fifteen years old I was invited to go to the beach...
When I was fifteen years old I was invited to go to the beach with a young man. I had looked forward to this adventure for many day. As we stood outside by the car, saying goodbye to my family, the back door of the car was slammed shut. My fingers were in the door. I said nothing, but reached around and opened the door, releasing my hand. One finger in particular seemed severely crushed.
When I removed the bandage, there was no evidence of injury.
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September 22, 1997 issue
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TO OUR READERS
The Editors
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"Mars and Venus"—making the most important distinctions
Madelon Maupin Miles
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Bridging the gender divide
Jon Benson
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Thought scanning
Sandra M. Justad
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Spirituality ... in the sports section?
Warren Bolon
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Taking a more serious look at things of the Spirit
Warren Bolon
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Forgiveness and healing
Ruth P. Denison
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Don't wait to be healed
Nancy Louise Loose Ranks
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Upward
Rod Wagner
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Standing up for God—and not drinking
Lois Royle Marquardt
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Q: When God talks to you, is it a noise or a thought that you...
Sunday School students, Katie Jones
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Healing for troubled youths
Joy L. Nack
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Did you give a cup of cold water?
Harriet Barry Schupp
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Consent to health—and spread it
Barbara M. Vining
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I attended a Christian Science Sunday School regularly from...
Catherine Byers
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When I was fifteen years old I was invited to go to the beach...
Marjorie Clarie Duree
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It was some twenty years ago that I began seriously to study...
Mario Dino Torres