No scars remained

When I was a boy, I once was playing hide and seek. I was crouching inside a woodpile. Jumping up to leave my hiding place, I impaled my head on a downward-pointing nail. My head would not move.

I cried for help. When the adults pulled me down, a long rusty nail was extracted. I had learned to trust God in all things. And I did then. They immediately called my mother. She called a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me.

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