I was enrolled in the Christian Science Sunday School when I was four years old. I attended Sunday School up to the age of eighteen, and then began a wilderness experience which took me away from the right path for six years. Those six years represent, to me, a ninety-mile-an-hour race down a dead-end street. Because of this experience I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the Christian Science Sunday School. What I learned in Sunday School saved me from continuing to struggle in mental quicksand.
When I was only an infant, I was healed of eczema.
Later, when in seventh grade, I was hit with a baseball and knocked unconscious. The school authorities were concerned and wanted me to be taken to a doctor and have stitches. I refused medical treatment and asked to be taken home. I told them that I was a Christian Scientist. My mother called a Christian Science practitioner, and I was completely healed within the week and returned to school without any evidence of the injury.
