Testimony of Healing February 5, 2001 ISSUE

No scabs, no pain

Donna Anderson

I am a dance/acting teacher living in a rural town. Posting fliers for a musical performance one day, I was at a food market where there is a large parking area. I was on top of the world, thinking ahead to the next day's rehearsal.

A car passed by me as I was walking to the store entrance. For some reason, however, the driver backed up. The car hit me, and I fell. The bumper caught my arm, and I was being dragged on my knees. Everything flew—purse and fliers.

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