In 1910, at the close of my high school work, I was in an extremely nervous condition, and our family physician emphatically declared that I would not be able to take up a college course. I was so disappointed that it seemed as though nothing was worth while. I had always been melancholy, but now I became desperate, often praying that the end might speedily come.
At this time, having exhausted all other theories I had heard of in my search for a God whom I could truly worship, I attended a Christian Science church, partly from curiosity and partly because the only Scientist I knew was so loving and cheerful that I wanted to know something of her faith. I did not understand the reading, but the silent prayer appealed to me strongly, and as I observed the happy, peaceful faces around me, I knew that I had found the true religion which I had been seeking.
It was some time, however, before I had the opportunity to study Science and Health, much bitterness having been manifested in my home against Christian Science. Once having begun to read the literature kindly offered me by friends, I fairly devoured every word. There was little that I could comprehend at first, but having caught a glimpse of what prayer means, through the reading of the first chapter of Science and Health, I began immediately to put into practice the little understanding I had, trusting that God, divine Love, who had guided me thus far, would surely help me to know Him better.
