I lived in  a war zone when I was a young child. Amid much tragedy, I had to leave my home country with my family for a new country, with many changes to my way of life. It was not an easy transition, and I continually looked back to my early childhood days with regret. I felt out of place in this new land with its strange language and unfamiliar culture. 

Years passed, and regret faded into the background—until the same war situation arose in this new country. By then a young married woman, I was again brutally uprooted and forced to move, this time to another continent. It seemed the cycle of destruction, loss, grief, and regret was beginning again.

But by this time I had found Christian Science, and this caused me to question the validity of my human history. Christian Science reveals man, the true nature of each of us, as spiritual, never encased in matter. So, I realized that bad memories cannot depict the truth of being and are no part of our real identity as a child of God. They are false records of an existence God knows nothing about.