When the light came to me through Christian Science, I was in the darkness of despair; I thought, "Oh! where can rest be found?" After trying many physicians, patent medicines, and everything that mortal thought could suggest, I knew not which way to look. One physician said that I had inflammation of the spleen and left lung; another said I had an abscess on the liver that would have to be operated on; another said that I had an acute attack of indigestion.
For eight years I had been growing worse and worse, until at last I was helpless, and prayed daily to die.
One day a friend insisted on my trying Christian Science. I told her I did not believe in any such foolishness; however, she prevailed, and I started, and had about eight blocks to walk. I stopped at every corner and rested, and asked God to give me strength to get to the healer's house. About an hour and a half from the time I started from my home I reached my destination. I was very weak, could not stand up, and had to sit down at once; I was out of breath and said I was almost dead.
