My early years were spent in small communities where Christian Science had not been introduced. I do not recall hearing of Science until I was of high school age, and then I heard that Christian Scientists were odd people who did not call the doctor when they were ill. However, I had learned to think for myself, and I believed the stories of healing related in the Bible.
Through high school and college I accepted a mixture of good and evil, health and sickness, happiness and unhappiness, in my life as inevitable. There were moments of exhilaration, but hours of despair; moments of exaltation and inspiration, but hours of doubt, confusion, and endless whys.
After college, when I could not find steady employment in newspaper work on which I had set my heart, a personnel consultant asked if I ever prayed. Such a thought embarrassed me. If I had ever prayed I had not admitted it. But now I made an earnest effort to pray, and some enlightenment came. I was led to take a business course, which eventually led to a position working closely with a Scientist.
