Well do I remember the morning I asked a dear friend to give me Christian Science treatment. I had no hope that I should be healed, in fact it was against my will that I even asked, for at the most Science seemed only a form of hypnotism which might possibly help one while under the influence but could give no permanent relief. I had tried everything else and at the earnest request of my parents consented to try Science, persuaded that I at least could receive no harm.
The date (August 8, 1900) is very distinct in my mind, for six days before I had passed the most unhappy birthday of my life, feeling on that day that I never cared to see another. To-day I have the happy assurance I never again shall have another like that, for the dawn of a new life came to me, and it seemed I had been born into a new world.
Even during my university course I began to doctor with specialists. After graduation I tried teaching, but at the end of a year was compelled to give up. For about two years and a half I continued with doctors, and though at first I seemed to gain, later I grew much worse. One physician told me I had sound lungs if nothing else, and I tried to be thankful for that much. Towards the last, I was in almost constant pain and two physicians advised my going to a hospital. Life was indeed a burden, and I felt I was a burden to all around me.
