When I was in my teens, my parents took me to a Christian Science practitioner because they had been told about a healing of a business associate of my father's. I was physically and mentally exhausted, and my appearance was alarmingly changed as a result of exophthalmic goiter.
I have been grateful to this practitioner because she refused to give me treatment when she learned that I was under a doctor's care, that we were unwilling to depend upon Christian Science alone, and thought that we could have as many kinds of treatment as we were willing to pay for.
Soon afterward, because of financial reverses, we moved to another state, where a cousin, who was a Christian Scientist, lived. She lovingly asked permission of my parents to take me to her home for a visit and to tell me about Christian Science. I had no interest whatever in orthodox religion, although I owned a Bible, which I never read. Each morning my cousin and I read the Lesson-Sermon in the Christian Science Quarterly, as well as some of the literature.
