I feel I must tell the whole world what Christian Science has done for me, hoping it may help some one else who is in need. I have been healed, regenerated, made all over anew, in body and mind. As the widow of a physician, I was steeped in material beliefs and medicine, and, six years ago, had come to the place where both medicine and will power failed me. My husband had passed away years before, leaving me not only an invalid after a severe illness, but addicted to the daily use of morphine. I had been to sanitariums at different times, in the hope of a permanent cure, where I received the very best attention from skilled physicians, and had all the comforts possible, yet the cures were not lasting, and when I would fall ill I had nothing else to turn to for relief.
Realizing six years ago that I could not live many weeks longer, and having the constant, loving encouragement of my daughter and friends, who were Christian Scientists, also the help of reading the testimonies in the Christian Science Sentinel, I decided that if others could be healed I might be too. So I turned to Christian Science as a last resort, with the thought that if there was any good or help in it I wanted it. Surely "man's extremity is God's opportunity." I began an earnest study of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, and steadily improved in health during a period of two months. Then finding we were soon to leave the city in which we had been living, I decided to ask for treatment from a practitioner there. In just one week's treatment I could say that I was healed of all desire for the drug, and of many complications of years' standing, resulting from its long use. I had taken it nearly all the time, in very large doses, over a period of twenty-five years. I am now in perfect health, and have been given prosperity and the peace that passeth understanding. Whereas before studying Science and Health I felt myself in a wilderness of despair, with no hope of anything but death, I am now free and well, and able to rejoice all the day, which makes my work only a pleasure to me.
Another wonderful proof of God's ever presence and help in time of need occurred in the summer of 1915. One evening, while I was taking an automobile trip, the car struck a rough place in the road, and I was thrown from the seat against the top of the car with great force, striking my head and back. The injury seemed serious. Loving members of my family worked faithfully over me, and before long I was able to be taken home, though in great pain and feeling sure I was hurt internally. A practitioner was called on our return who stayed with me most of the night. I suffered much pain, and my head and left arm lay helpless. As this practitioner had arranged to leave the city the following morning, it was necessary to call another, but before this was done a physician was called, upon the request of some of the family, to ascertain if any bones were broken. The doctor, who was very kind, said that I would have to lie flat on my back for at least two or three weeks, as the ligaments were torn between the shoulders, and the breastbone had been doubled over; also that I would probably have a weak back for three or four years and feel sensitive to changes in the weather. The practitioner came at nine o'clock that morning, and stayed with me almost three hours. When she left the house I felt as if I could arise from my bed, and I did so. That afternoon I took a bath and dressed myself without assistance of any kind, and later walked downstairs for my evening meal. This was just twenty-four hours after the accident. The next day I went out and walked twelve blocks, feeling no inconvenience of any kind, neither was there any discoloration. The predictions of the doctor in regard to the weak back, et cetera, have not been experienced.
