In 1920 I was struggling with a severe stomach ailment. For many months I was confined to bed. I prayed constantly in the only way I knew, for I wanted to live and was afraid to die. One day I came to the decision that if God could not help me, there was no use in praying; so I threw my little prayer book aside and said: "I will not pray. If God cannot help me, what is the use?"
About three days after this my sister told me about a dear friend who was a Christian Scientist. This friend visited me and took me to a Christian Science practitioner. After the practitioner had prayed for me for about twenty minutes, my friend said, "Come on; let's go."
I got up and went without assistance. It was the most wonderful experience in my life. When I arrived home, my mother, who was serving supper, asked me to eat something with the rest of the family, and I ate without harm to my stomach.
