My thought has been full of a beautiful demonstration that I had a few months after I had begun to understand the Truth as taught by our Leader, through which I gained a better understanding of God's children. At the request of his parents I treated a little fellow three and a half years old. Mortal thought of him was very unlovely, but Truth and Love were equal to the task and wiped out the image of error or illusion.
The child was healed in a few treatments, of catarrh and several other troubles which from his birth had remained untouched by materia medica, and the change in his disposition called forth many remarks.
We hardly ever heard his voice, he rarely answered when spoken to, and the tiny face was disfigured by a constant scowl. He would run and kick us without any provocation, and pinch or scratch our faces if we took him in our arms. Sometimes he would slip out of sight and we would find him hidden under a bed, where he would remain until he wanted to go home. So, too, he refused to eat before us and would crawl under the table, refusing to come out, and we sometimes ignored this unusual behavior and gave him his plate under the table. His many strange ways made him seem almost like a little wild animal.
