Shortly after the plane was airborne, the man in the aisle seat gave evidence of dementia. There were prolonged, noisy ravings, followed by brief periods of unhappy mutterings. At no time was he quiet. The passengers seated near him appeared tense and fearful, some finding it impossible to eat, read, or rest.
I had eagerly looked forward to the travel time for some refreshing prayer and metaphysical study. I had had a prolonged and busy schedule and was now making a trip to help one in need. With Miscellaneous Writings by Mary Baker Eddy in my lap, I had barely begun my study when I was disturbed by the distressed man, who was seated across the aisle from me. My first reaction—one I later confessed I was not proud of—was to ask, "How did I get into this situation?"
Because I had been knowing that God, who is Mind and Truth, is ever with us, the answer came instantly. It came in the form of another question: "What do you think Jesus thought in the boat during the storm when he was wakened from his sleep by the frightened disciples' plea for help?"
