When first I read some Christian Science literature sent me by a friend, I felt it was too good to be true. But when, a few months later, I began to study "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, and to attend the services, I soon changed my thought and began to see that there is nothing too good to be true, since God, good, only is true. The result of my having discerned something of this healing truth was soon made manifest in improved sight, and I was enabled to discard glasses which I had worn for many years, and which I had been told by an oculist I would always have to wear. A form of rheumatism was also soon overcome, although it had often been prophesied that I would suffer from it always.
My greatest physical healing, however, was from the effects of a bicycle accident; for had it not been that I had enough understanding of Christian Science to keep out fear, I cannot help thinking that it would have ended fatally. I was turning a corner, believing there was plenty of room and that nothing was coming along the cross road, when a motor van appeared. Trying to get away, I collided with it, my front wheel striking the van so violently that I was hurled into the air and flung on my back on the ground. The force of the impact rendered me unconscious. I regained consciousness to find myself on my back shouting, "God is my Life, and I cannot be hurt." Instinctively I crossed my arms over my chest and felt a wheel pass over my body, but became unconscious again, not, however, before a suggestion had come to me that this might mean death. But I emphatically declared, "There is no death." A gentleman picked me up, and I immediately regained consciousness and replaced a shoe which had been wrenched off; also my hat. Then I walked to a friend's home at the end of the road, refusing the offer of brandy and the city ambulance, at the same time feeling most grateful for the love expressed. A Christian Science practitioner was soon with me; for which I was also very grateful, as my breathing soon afterward became difficult. As God is man's Mind I knew I should not faint; and I was able to ride in a taxi to where I was living, across the town. I walked up two flights of stairs to my bedroom, enjoyed a normal supper, and slept the night through (except for a few minutes here and there), propped up in a chair. This happened on a Friday. Just a week after it occurred I was asked to go to see someone half an hour's walk away. I hesitated, but a voice seemed to say clearly, "Freely ye have received, freely give;" so I went. The following Sunday I attended church, and on Monday resumed all my usual duties, as I was then librarian in the Christian Science Reading Room. One of those duties involved the opening of heavy drawers containing literature, so that I had proof that the truth had made me free.
My gratitude for this healing is beyond my power to express in words, but I try to express it by daily striving for more grace, more love, more obedience, and more true consecration. But more than the freedom from pain and suffering was the wonderful sense of the ever-presence of divine Love. I look upon this healing experience as a most wonderful proof of the power of Truth.
