For a long time there has been a desire on my part to tell of my thankfulness for what Christian Science has done for me. Words are inadequate to express my gratitude, but perhaps my experience in overcoming the grief over loss of loved ones, and loneliness, and sickness, may be helpful to some heart waiting and hungering for the Bread of Life as I was.
My parents passed away when I was a very young child, and a few years later, the remaining members of my family were taken away, leaving me, scarcely more than a child alone.
My health was never good, and for four or five years I was sick more or less, when, in 1895, my health failed completely and I was sent to Colorado with what every one supposed was consumption, others of my family having passed on with that disease. I remained West for nineteen months, growing better and worse as I changed treatment, but never getting strong. Finally, I received help from a physician which enabled me to resume my work, but I was told that I would never be strong again, and that I must never take a permanent position, as I would soon break down. This proved only too true, as I was compelled to stop and rest every few weeks.
