Some time ago, while at my country home, as I drove to and from the station I noticed by the roadside, in a plain little home, a very weary mother sitting on the porch. She had a large child about two years of age, stretched full length on her lap. I saw she would soon have to stop carrying him, because he was so large and helpless. I wanted to tell her about the power of Truth, but, to mortal sense, it looked to be such a hopeless case, I passed by a great many times before I had the courage to stop. Finally, I said, "Truth is all powerful and can certainly bring comfort to this tired, sad mother."
The child had many troubles, and it had had many remedies applied and considerable medical treatment. It was thought that he would never be able to raise his head, which was very large. His right arm and hand were paralyzed and seemed lifeless and hung useless at his side. He was suffering much from the effects of teething. I told the mother as simply as I could about Christian Science and its healing power.
She was in a desperate state, praying most earnestly that some help would come to her. I told her she would have to give up all material remedies. She was quite willing and said everything that could be done had been tried and he was simply taking something to make him sleep.
