My mother took up the study of Christian Science when we lived in a small midwestern town. When I was seven years old, on a Saturday night, which was a big shopping time in town for ranchers, I was playing around my parents' store with a schoolmate. The two of us obtained permission to go up the street to buy something.
We went joyously skipping along. As we reached an intersection, however, my friend saw a car and let go of my hand. I did not see the car and fell in front of it. The car ran over my legs and across the center of my body. In severe pain and with serious injuries, I was carried down the street to a doctor's office. Both my parents came immediately.
My mother studied and prayed continually, and she asked a Christian Science practitioner to give her prayerful support. My father was a praying Christian. I had been attending a Sunday School of another denomination, but since my mother was not prone to share Christian Science with me, I knew little about it. For a month the doctor rarely left my side. Finally he told my parents that nothing more could be done for me and that I might not live much longer. My parents concurred in choosing to take me home.
