In 1942, during my last year of nurses' training at the Sanatorium of the Christian Science Benevolent Association on Pacific Coast, I was persuaded by a friend who was also in training to go ice skating with her. During my second visit to the ice rink I fell and broke a bone in one of my legs just above the ankle. At the time I did not know it was broken.
I was taken back to the Sanatorium, where I called for the help of a Christian Science practitioner. After four days of treatment I decided to do my own metaphysical work. The leg had set crooked, and the ankle joint was rigid. Six weeks later I called for the help of the practitioner again.
I studied earnestly. I then found that I was without pain; and although the physical condition was unchanged, I no longer limped. Treatment was again discontinued, and I was able to remain on full-time duty until I graduated seven and a half months later.