In my late teens I commenced to question if I really had learned to rely upon God or if I was inclined to rely upon my mother, who was a Christian Science practitioner.
Later on an accident occurred that gave me the answer to this perplexing question. Four of us went up into the mountains to enjoy a day on the toboggan slides. We found many waiting at each slide and decided to find a ravine and blaze our own trail. Since a toboggan has no steering mechanism, we agreed that when we wished to stop we would use our feet. Very soon we were headed for a tree. I was the first to put my feet down. A stump under the snow caught my foot, forcing my entire leg backward. I fairly screamed, "God is here." It seemed as though the sled then stopped instantly, and I rolled off in such extreme pain that I could neither speak nor cry.
Instantly I found myself silently declaring that nothing had happened to God's idea and that accidents are unknown to God. I knew that nothing inharmonious could touch the perfect idea of God's creating; and I knew that I was that idea. There was no searching or groping for the truth of God and His idea; rather, the truth flowed through my consciousness with such spontaneity and with such conviction that I was simply united with Truth.
