Our home was divided in regard to Christian Science. My mother had been reared in Science but for some years my father was opposed to it. When I was seven I came down with typhoid fever. For a period I was unconscious. Finally when there was still no improvement the Christian Science practitioner asked my father if he wanted a doctor for me, and he vehemently answered, "Yes."
When the doctor examined me he told the family there was nothing he could do and that time was short. He said that all that he could have done for me was to keep me as cool as possible, just as the Christian Science nurse had done. After the doctor left, my father, who had become resigned to the fact that everything had been done that could be done, was able to loose the situation, and within the hour the fever broke and I regained consciousness.
I had lost much weight, had lost my memory, and had to learn to walk and talk again. My hair all fell out, and after many months when no new hair appeared the opinion was voiced more and more that I would be bald the rest of my life. My Sunday School teacher, recognizing that this was a lie about the child of God, began to pray in Christian Science. Shortly my hair began to grow in beautiful ringlets all over my head!
