Many years ago as a young man I was greatly impressed with what Christian Science had to offer in the way of protection from sickness and sin. The following illustration comes to mind: I had been ill in bed for two or three days when a friend, a Christian Scientist, called at the house to invite me to a party that evening. My mother told her that I could not possibly go, but the friend talked to me about my real self, and soon convinced me that I could attend the party, which I did, spending an enjoyable evening.
This experience impressed me so much I asked to go to the Christian Science Sunday School. I had been active in another Sunday School and enjoyed it, but after visiting the Science Sunday School I lost all desire to return to the old one. I soon bought a copy of Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy and read it during study periods in school, not understanding much of it at first, but gaining a little help now and then. I knew that this was the religion for me.
A short time later, when visiting friends, as I was running across an open field I fell into an old sunken well, getting a bad cut in the palm of my left hand. I kept the hand covered up and did my best to realize the truth. During the night, however, the bleeding was quite profuse and stained the bedclothes, and my hostess insisted on seeing the hand. I showed it to her and then fainted away. Not being interested in Christian Science, she sent at once for a doctor. I asked if I could talk on the telephone with my Sunday School teacher, but they could not get the long-distance call through at the time.
