Christian Science came to me in the hurry and bustle of material living. I was a graduate from a medical college in one of the great cities of the East. At the commencement of my practice, two cases were cured by me with little or no medicine. As a student I had small faith in drugs; and this experience did not increase my faith.
One of these first patients was a case of hemorrhage, of ten years' standing, and had been in the hands of able physicians. I wondered the invalid sent for me, a young, inexperienced creature, fresh from mere books. But I answered the summons, and found an almost bloodless woman confined to her bed. The least exertion occasioned a renewal of the malady.
I at once concluded that medicine would be of little use, as her former physicians must have exhausted its virtues upon her. For a few days I seemingly did nothing for the invalid but visit her every morning. Her eyes flashed delight as I daily entered her room. Meanwhile, I was using my common sense as to what should be done for her. Strange to say, I hardly thought of medicine. Her case seemed to call for something deeper. After a week or so of the morning calls, it occurred to me that if she had been sick ten years, her dresses must be worn out, or, worse yet, out of fashion. I therefore suggested that she have a new one, and that it be of a red color, and very pretty! She looked her gratitude and pleasure. So, in place of drugging her, I dressed her.
