Article September 13, 1999 Issue

Praying on my feet, literally

By Nancy T. Atkins

At one point during a dance aerobics class last year, I landed a jump and twisted my ankle. The result was a shooting pain. The inspiration came to not think at all about the mental image of injury, or of any possibility of pain and suffering. An accident, such as a twisted ankle, and its consequences are not created or sent by God. And because I know God to be All, and man to be the image and likeness of God, I knew I had the right to say no to such a thought and experience, and to continue dancing.

The sooner I stood up to this notion of pain, the better.

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