Shortly before the Second World War, I moved with my family from our hometown, and at this time I rebelled violently against Christian Science and every discipline I had ever known, smoking and drinking to excess for the next thirteen years.
Our home suffered immensely and was filled with inharmony, and our supply was insufficient. Every venture I tried ended in failure and more indebtedness. The situation was going from bad to worse, and I finally made a desperate attempt to run away from it all by getting a job in Alaska. I persuaded my wife to bring the family and follow me, but the tempo of dissipation increased until circumstances became impossible for them. My wife and children left me.
I had visited a practitioner a few times; but my attitude was one of shallowness, and the results were unsatisfactory. However, with conditions at a new low, I tried again. How many treatments I received I do not remember; but I do know that immediately following one of my darkest moments the supposed necessity for alcohol left me, and it has never returned. Shortly thereafter my family and I were reunited in a lovely new home.
