Struggling to throw off a feeling of despair over my poor prospects for a happy and worthwhile life, I was walking along a street in a little town one Wednesday evening in the summer of 1941. This street led me to a church, the door of which was open and in which some people were singing.
Upon reading the words "Christian Science Society" on the front of the church, I walked on by, though I had started to go into it. I knew nothing of Christian Science beyond what I had heard about it from others equally uninformed, but I believed it must be as disappointing as any other religion I knew about.
Still I felt drawn to that little church. I was lonely, heartsick, bitter, and in no mood to entertain hope for a better life through religion of any kind, only to be disappointed again. But then I began to wonder just what Christian Science was and decided to go back.
