Several years ago, our family, including my husband's parents, were on a holiday in Devon. One evening our two daughters decided to race each other back to the caravan. Taking a short cut, the younger tripped over a wire and fell several feet. My husband was the first to reach the little girl, and he rebuked her sharply for the loud yell she had given when falling. When I reached them, the child was very distressed, and I was deeply upset over my husband's unjust reaction.

I carried our daughter into the caravan and started to bathe her wounds. The condition of her little face was most alarming. Her forehead had been badly grazed, and two front teeth protruded through the upper lip. She told me her right arm felt strange, and I found it hanging limply. It was obviously broken.

In view of the laws of England, it seemed necessary to take the child to a doctor or hospital for attention. The girls and I were the only students of Christian Science in our family. And I felt if I requested to ring a Christian Science practitioner for help, my husband and his parents would be quite fearful.

After my husband had made a sling out of a scarf to support the broken arm, we set off in the car. Our destination was a hospital annex that I had noticed while we were leaving a small town earlier that day.

When we arrived at the hospital annex, we found only a matron and a nurse in attendance. They advised us to drive to the major town and hospital more than thirty miles away. The nurse asked to see the injured arm. So the makeshift sling was removed, revealing four ends of broken bones protruding through the skin at the wrist. My husband said it was improbable that the arm could be set that night, because of the swelling. (His occupation necessitated a knowledge of first aid.)

As we returned to the car, I knew I must become calm and rid thought of resentment over my husband's hasty and severe rebuke of the youngster. By then he fully regretted his action. As we rode along, he joined us in singing favorite hymns that the children had learned in Christian Science Sunday School. Included among these was "Mother's Evening Prayer" by our Leader, Mrs. Eddy. We sang it in an effort to help our daughter resist the nausea that threatened to engulf her. It begins (Christian Science Hymnal, No. 207):

When we removed the sling so that our daughter could be examined, we were delighted to find that all swelling was gone; the arm was completely normal in appearance. The doctor could not believe there had been breakage until he saw the X-ray, which showed that the bones had been broken but were perfectly set. The arm was put in a cast for a time to give it support. As for the youngster's other injuries—the grazed forehead and the protrusion of teeth through her upper lip—these were healed overnight.

The next day this daughter was climbing rocks higher than houses on the beach, swiftly and with confidence. Throughout the weeks that her arm remained in plaster, Jane surpassed herself in her gymnastics classes and on the sports field; received praise from her teachers for her efforts; and wrote easily with her right hand. She is now a young woman training to be a Christian Science nurse.

I am deeply thankful for this healing and many other proofs of God's love for His children. My gratitude for our beloved Leader's lifework and writings is profound. I also cherish the recent blessing of Christian Science class instruction.

SYLVIA M. V. BUNT
Rochester, Kent, England

I would like to verify my mother's testimony. I remember that there was very little pain in the broken arm, and this discomfort was quickly removed by prayer. I am grateful for Christian Science Nurses Training, membership in The Mother Church, and all that I am learning through this Science.

JANE S. BUNT
Bowdon, Cheshire, England