Toward the end of a long and pleasant day in my delivery job, I missed a step and fell from my van. I jumped up, but fell again in great pain, unable to put weight on one foot. I sat and cried until I felt stupid about it, and then tried to pray. But the pain was so great I couldn't think straight.
I thought I would ask a friend for some crutches, so I could finish my day's work and tend to my need for healing when I got home. I realized later that I had taken the wrong tack, causing myself needless discomfort. I should have prayed for myself immediately. When I got to my friend's house, she insisted on removing my shoe and sock to see the injury. I allowed this because I knew I would be seeing her socially in two days and was sure it would be healed by that time.
With the aid of the crutches I finished my route and went home. My daughter's fiancé and other people were there. Everyone saw me and sympathized with me. They were also amazed that, despite the pain, I was only interested in calling a Christian Science practitioner for healing. They thought I had broken bones, and predicted a lengthy recuperation.
