When Christian Science came into my experience, I was ten years old. The atmosphere in our home had been sad and tense for months owing to family troubles culminating in my mother's collapse with a nervous breakdown.
Weeks passed, during which time she did not improve under medical care. At length the two physicians attending her— one a family friend, the other a colleague he had called in—regretfully gave up the case, stating they had done all they could.
At this point the treasurer of the small private school I attended, knowing of the situation at home, telephoned to inquire after us. Now, this kind woman was a Christian Scientist, and when she heard how dismal the home picture was, she asked my mother if she would try Christian Science for healing. Mother said she would try anything.
