When our youngest child was only a few hours old the physician in attendance came to my bedside quite concerned. He said with all kindness: "I am sorry, but your baby is deformed. She has what we doctors c all clubfeet." He also said that when the child was about a year old she could be operated upon, and that he hoped she would be all right. The doctor knew that I was studying Christian Science, and looking straight at me said, "Now you use whatever method of healing you prefer, but this child will never walk without an operation."
Christian Science help was asked for and most lovingly given. I shall never forget the practitioner's coming to our home and saying, "Now we know God never made these little feet crooked, but He makes the crooked things straight." These words penetrated my consciousness. I clung to them night and day, trying to realize that since God created man in His own likeness, perfect and good, He could not have made the imperfection called a clubfoot, and that we had every right to claim perfection where imperfection seemed to exist.
In two months the ankle bones had completely straightened, and the feet were healed. One day when the baby was about ten months old we were sitting in our parked car near the physician's office, and he passed by. Seeing us, he came over and asked about the child. I said: "Oh, she's fine. She's walking." He just could not believe it; so he took her from my arms and stood her on the sidewalk. She went bounding off, and he had to run to catch her.
