Accidents can’t happen—but healing can
I was helping with preparations for my granddaughter’s birthday party, delivering large bags filled with bottles of beverages. The path from the car park to my daughter’s kitchen was a long concrete walkway, and as I carried my first load—walking fast, since it was getting late—I tripped on a small step that I hadn’t seen. I tried very hard to keep my balance, but this was not possible, and I went flying.
At that moment, thoughts came tumbling into consciousness: possible catastrophe in the form of broken bottles, with soft drinks everywhere, along with injury. But my love of Christian Science served me well, as three saving thoughts came loud and clear: “This can’t be happening to me!” “This is not happening to me!” and “Nothing happened!” I hit the concrete head first, and the rest of me followed.
Those last two statements kept coming to me as I immediately jumped up from the pavement. I felt no dizziness or disorientation whatsoever, and the bags were still in my hands—completely undisturbed. My daughter, who is not a Christian Scientist, had seen it all and came running. She asked if I was OK; I had blood on the side of my head, and she thought I might need stitches. Once we were inside, the blood quickly dried up.
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