At a time of mental despondency and physical illness, I was told by a kind and sincere physician that he could help me no further and that what I needed was spiritual help. It was thought-provoking to me to have a medically trained specialist tell me that God could do something that he could not do. I admired the doctor's honesty and humility. After he left, I fell down on my hands and knees and cried aloud, "God, help me." This startled me, as I was so wrapped up in intellectualism at the time that I was too cynical to believe in the existence of a God who is Love when there was so much sorrow around me.
I found myself going to the bookcase and getting the Holy Bible. I read most of the night. In the morning I dressed, took the streetcar downtown, and shopped all day without a trace of illness. I did not realize at the time just what had happened. However, my real help came the following Sunday when a friend invited me to attend a service in a branch Church of Christ, Scientist.
That afternoon my younger daughter began to cry because of an earache. The previous week she had been in the hospital, and an operation had been performed to remedy the earaches. At this point I was so tired of hospitals, doctors, medicines, pain, and suffering that I was ready to try Christian Science.
