When I was a child my mother was healed by Christian Science. She at once took up its study and applied its rules in our home. I do not remember any other treatment than that of Christian Science. I was helped through childhood by the understanding of my mother, but ever with the direction that it was something that must be proved by each one; that Christian Science was the law of God, ever operative, which must be demonstrated by study and unfoldment. After I had a home of my own, my husband and I proved the allness of God in our daily living, with the result that we were well and happy; such inharmonies as arose were met with assurance and a high hope of God's ever-presence and power.
In October, 1921, a testing time came. We were returning by motor from a city in New York state to Boston when our car skidded and turned over in a field. My husband was thrown clear; but I was caught under the car, the full weight being on my back and the bar of the top under me. After the first shock, my thought turned resolutely to God. I absolutely refused to recognize the agony, and talked to God as His child, so that all pain and sense of confusion left me. Some people who were passing helped my husband to get me out, and I was taken to a farmhouse, where Christian Science help was telephoned for. Another car came along and took us back to the city which we had left, a distance of fourteen miles. I was apparently helpless, but insisted on being taken to the station so that we might go home. We found we could not get accommodations, and the various matrons at the station tried to force me to have a doctor and go to the hospital. They at last complained to the superintendent, who came to see me. He recognized my husband at once as a fraternal brother. My husband told him that I was a Christian Scientist, and that we wanted help, not hindrance. "Do you not realize this is a matter of life and death?" the superintendent asked, and my husband said, "That is why we are relying fully on Christian Science." He said he would see what he could do for us, and returned in a short while to say an empty parlor car, which usually was sent to Boston at midnight, would be attached to the five o'clock train about to go out, and we should have it to go home in.
We arrived in Boston about midnight, and I was carried to the hotel. I never was confined to my bed, and ate all my meals. There was no sense of disaster or confusion. In a few weeks I was able to walk to church; and during the winter I felt adjustments taking place. By Christmas I was normal.
