Ever since childhood I had suffered from asthma. The doctors told my parents that I should outgrow it, but, instead, I grew worse.
The doctors finally advised my parents to send me to Colorado, which they did. I had so much faith in the Colorado air that the moment I knew I was in that state I began to breathe freely. Every two years I returned to Indiana to visit my parents. The attacks of asthma on these visits grew more severe each time, and my parents sometimes drove eight miles in the middle of the night for a doctor. Finally, I suffered so severely I decided that it would be unwise for me to return to a low altitude.
While in Colorado, I took up the study of Christian Science. One day some very dear friends asked me to go South with them for a month. I accepted, but as I was about to leave, I became fearful, and thought: "Why am I going? I have never been able to live in a lower climate." Lines from a hymn in the Christian Science Hymnal came to me:
