Shortly after the end of the recent war I suffered a complicated fracture of my left femur when a truck in which I was riding turned over and landed on me. At an evacuation hospital, a day or two later, physicians tried to set the leg. I was transferred to a general hospital about two weeks later, and examination of X rays revealed an unsatisfactory position of bone parts. Several manipulations were undertaken, without result. I was told that in the position in which the fracture was aligned, I could never stand on or use the leg, and that it would have to be cut open, refractured, and joined by metal plates. Having no say in the matter, I earnestly prayed for a realization and proof that God, having initiated the healing of my leg, would perfect it. I knew that He could not do an imperfect job, and that an operation such as the one decided on for me should not be necessary.
One day before the scheduled operation I was told that in view of my weakened general condition it appeared too risky to operate in France, and that I would be flown to the States. This totally unexpected development was to me not only a reprieve but an answer to my prayer. From that time on I was sure that I had already been healed. I made gradual but positive progress, first while still in a cast, then in a wheel chair, and finally with and without a brace.
When I arrived in a general hospital in New Jersey, my leg was still diagnosed as in unsatisfactory alignment. Physicians as well as others examining the X-ray evidence counseled an operation. All during this time the consciousness of complete healing and wholeness took hold of me, and I started to use my leg, often against or ahead of medical counsel. No operation was ever performed. To the great astonishment of other patients who had seen the X rays, I was able to walk, and long before the usual period of healing. The physician in charge of physical therapy, upon discharging me from his care, remarked upon the unusually fast healing and the exceptional degree of knee motion regained.
