In March 1989, while on a visit to my hometown with my husband, my oldest brother and I were taking care of some family business when we were involved in a rearend auto collision. A policeman had been across the street and witnessed the whole scene. While he was verifying drivers' licenses, I began to pray. I was injured, and in much pain from the base of my spine to the crown of my head.
I always carry Christian Science literature in my purse, and I began reading one pamphlet, knowing that God always takes care of all of His children. I also acknowledged that God knows nothing about accidents, which are not of His creating. Accidents are not in line with God's perfect plan for any of us. As I prayed, I realized that I had much to be grateful about in this situation. The other motorists, including their baby, were intact; police had been nearby; and my brother and I were alert and responsive. (My brother, who is not a student of Christian Science, went to a nearby hospital and left it wearing a large neck brace.)
When I arrived back at our mother's house, I telephoned a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me. I also continued to pray.
