About a year after my wife and I were married, we were on a Fourth of July family picnic with both sets of parents. Of this group, just my wife and I and my mother were Christian Scientists.
When it was dark enough, we decided to begin our fireworks display. (Fireworks were legal in the area in which we lived.) I took a large twenty-ball Roman candle and, standing several yards away from the rest of the group, I lighted the fuse and proceeded to shoot the colored balls into the air. The first ball was projected, followed by the second. But instead of the third ball coming forth, the eighteen remaining balls exploded in my hand.
I was almost enveloped in the blast. Then I distinctly heard two human voices yelling at me almost simultaneously. One voice was that of my mother, who exclaimed, "There are no accidents in God's kingdom." The other voice was that of my mother-in-law, who yelled, "Are you burned to the bone?"
