God really was with me

I was the kid who sometimes caused trouble in Christian Science Sunday School—like once when I brought a frog in my pocket. There were also times when I struggled to pay attention, even though I really did try to listen. Then I had a dramatic experience that showed me that what I was learning in Sunday School was practical. It saved my life! 

During a vacation in the mountains in Canada with my sister when I was in my early teens, I was fooling around, jumping from one rock to another on the edge of an overlook, when suddenly the rocks under me gave way, and I found myself falling straight down toward the river below. Desperately, I scrabbled at the side of the mountain as it rushed by, looking for anything solid to grab on to. But all I came away with was handfuls of sand. It seemed like there was nothing to stop my fall.

Then I realized that there was only one thing bigger than this horrifying situation. It was God. And I knew then that there was help at hand—spiritual help.