What comes next?
My last months of high school should have been happy and carefree, but instead they were a very turbulent time. I really wanted to move to New York and pursue a career in dance, but my parents and teachers were determined that I should go to college.
Deep down I knew they were probably right. But I felt that going to college would mean giving up the thing that meant the most to me. To make things worse, in the middle of all this mental wrestling, I hurt my back, and I could hardly walk—much less dance. The pain was horrible.
My Sunday School teacher was a Christian Science practitioner, and she had prayed for me once before when I’d injured my foot. I’d been healed that time, so I called to see if she would pray about the back issue. She agreed and invited me to come for a visit.
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