I always had a terrible dread of going to the dentist until at the age of fifty-three I came to the conclusion that God was no respecter of persons, and would help me the same as others who have a little understanding of the Truth.
Five months ago I called on the dentist to make arrangements for having my teeth extracted and new ones put in. He said, "They are so bad that of course you will use anaesthetics." I told him no. I had about twenty-four teeth, most of them broken off, which made it more difficult for the dentist to do the work.
The day came to have the work done. I engaged a practitioner to give me absent treatment while I was at the dentist's. The dentist dreaded to commence his work, because I did not take anything. While he was pulling the teeth I could hear them grate and break loose, but without hurt or pain.
