My gratitude for Christian Science is so coincident with my daily life that I find it difficult to express in a single testimony. Perhaps it can be most helpfully indicated by telling of two incidents, one occurring before, and one after. I learned of Science.
When a boy at school, I was taken sick in the middle of the examination week at the end of the term. As I was in line for the prize, I tried to hide the condition and carry on, but a watchful mother soon detected it, put me to bed, and called the doctor.
With the natural desire to guard against such experiences, I questioned the doctor as to how I had become sick, but receiving no satisfactory reply, I decided he did not know. Although he was an old friend of the family, whom we all loved, I lost all faith in doctors from that time. Persevering in my desire, however, I found my mother more amenable. In answer to questions, she "supposed" I had been running around at school until I was hot, had then got into a draft and caught cold, and because I had not taken care of myself at once, it had developed into something more serious.
