In 1941 I became engaged to a naval officer who had been reared in Christian Science. I felt it my duty to look into his religion before marriage, although I never intended to change from the Protestant church I attended. During a long separation before marriage, while my fiance was in flight training, I began to attend Christian Science services occasionally and went to a practitioner to try to understand more of this religion. I knew before very long that this was the religion I wanted. I had always been confused, while attending my church, about the relationship between God, Jesus, and man. Christian Science straightened out this confusion in a most practical, logical, and usable way.
In our travels in Navy life, I used Christian Science; but it seemed I did so only in dire emergencies and for healing and not protection. It was always there to lean on, but I never seemed to appreciate its true worth.
A few years ago I was told that I had a serious throat condition and that surgery must be performed immediately. I was told that my vocal cords were to be removed, but I was assured that there were new ways that I might be taught to speak again. I was also told that it would take quite a long time to learn to talk again.
