Growing up, I went to school in a large city in France. In middle school we had two hours of physical education every week. One hour was usually spent in the gym, and the other in an outdoor stadium that had a soccer field surrounded by a running track.
During one of our classes, we were practicing short-distance sprints on the track. Having finished my sprints, I started playing tag with a friend.
The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital surrounded by, among others, my father, who was a pediatrician. A little later, my mother, a Christian Scientist, arrived and told me that she had contacted a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me. I had no idea what had happened to me.
