I should like to tell at least a part of what Christian Science has dons for me; for it found me a human wreck, and has made me a useful citizen. I turned to it for help thirteen years ago, after being a semi-invalid for ten years, in bed most of that time. During those ten years I had seven surgical operations, one of them considered exceedingly dangerous. All human aid had failed.
When the last specialist who treated me said I would never be well again, I felt there was no hope even. Another serious attack of stomach trouble followed immediately. A friend, seeing my need, had spoken to me of Christian Science, but I only laughed at the idea of its helping me. Now, however, when death seemed very near, and I was living in the blackness of despair, I remembered her offer, and sent her word that she might send me a practitioner. She at once spoke to one; but instead of coming, the practitioner sent for my husband to come to him. My husband returned saying the practitioner would pray for me that night, and that in the morning I should go to his office. I thought them both crazy to think of such a thing when I was on my deathbed; but I turned over and went to sleep—the first night's sleep for a year.
Next morning I was able to get up, and with assistance take a street car downtown to the practitioner's office. A great burden had rolled away, and I seemed in heaven. My husband bought me a copy of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, and I read it day and night till I had read it through; for I was thirsty for Truth. After reading it a few days, we threw away all medicines and lotions, and I have never used any since. Several weeks after this I climbed Lookout Mountain one afternoon, and attended a reception the same evening. Before this I had not been able to walk more than a block or so without great pain and weakness.
