During childhood I attended a Christian Science Sunday School, although Christian Science was not practiced in our home. Our family had begun attending services at a branch church after my grandfather was healed of severe inflammation in one leg through Science. Yet if one of us became ill, a doctor was called.
While in my last year of high school I started smoking and drinking an occasional beer. College was interrupted by the Second World War, and I went into Navy flight school, where I adopted a pretty wild life style. When I got out of the service, I married and started a family.
In 1955, when we had just had our fourth child, my wife suffered a nervous breakdown. After she had undergone various types of expensive medical treatment, the doctor finally said there was nothing more he could do, because my wife would not cooperate. We were told she would be in and out of mental institutions for the rest of her life, and that permanent confinement might be necessary.
