Leg wound and hemorrhaging healed

I will never forget the first healing I had, which set the stage for a lifetime of blessings in Christian Science.

I was eight years old and was playing in a huge sandbox with siblings and cousins on a warm late Sunday afternoon at the farmhouse of my aunt and uncle in rural Ohio. Suddenly, we heard the dinner bell ring from the farmhouse porch some distance away. As I jumped up quickly to race the others to the farmhouse, I slit my thigh on a long rusty nail about two inches in length that protruded from the rickety old sandbox. The wound was wide and quite deep.

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