Having been brought up in Christian Science and having had the privilege of attending the Christian Science Sunday School from the age of two, I learned early to accept all states and stages of human experience as opportunities for proving the practicality of Science. The varied problems of my school days, university life, and military service were all solved through Science, and consequently growing up was a spiritually progressive time for me.
When I first left home and went to a university, I knew of no other Christian Scientists there. Having prayed to be shown what to do, I felt impelled to mention my religion while I was on a bus. I spoke to a friend about it, and a girl right next to me interrupted to say that she too was a Christian Scientist. It turned out that she was the only other student at the university who was one.
In my final year at the university, a skin disease developed on my body. I was slow in handling the problem and was only roused out of apathy when a National Service Medical Board refused to grade me. At my insistence that it could be healed, they consented to see me again in six weeks. Work was taken up by a Christian Science practitioner, who roused me to a clearer realization of my true identity as a child of God, without spot or blemish; I was urged to reject the erroneous suggestion that man can reflect anything unlike God, good.
