With the hope that in relating my own experience in Christian Science I may be of help to some other young man who is trying to feel satisfied with so-called worldly pleasures, I gratefully give this testimony. Christian Science came to me twice in about five months, in times of great need, and I can truly say that all I am today, and all I ever aspire to be, I owe to this truth.
I came West about the spring of 1908, and I had not been here ten days when I awoke one morning with what seemed an alarming condition affecting my hands and my right side. I had experienced this trouble to a certain degree before, but this time I steadily grew worse, so that in a few days I had to be fed and assisted in walking. After having my case diagnosed by a physician, and being told that there was little that could be done for me, I turned to Christian Science, feeling that I might perhaps be cured; but even if I were not, I would still have the satisfaction of knowing I had done what I could.
My improvement was hardly noticeable at first, and after being for five weeks in a most helpless condition, I nearly gave up the treatment, for I had worked as faithfully as I could according to the directions of my practitioner. However, I still felt that Christian Science was what I needed, and I persevered, although certain conditions seemed to be aggravated, including imperfect sight. I changed my boarding-place, hoping to get away from the associations which were so unpleasant to me. The first treatment in a new place seemed to break my dream of helplessness, and I arose one night, stood on my feet alone for the first time in some weeks, and turned on the light in my room, this being the first time that I had been able to move my fingers even in the slightest degree.
