During the winter of 1994 I spent a week with my two daughters, who live in a city not far from mine. The day before my return, I was looking forward to meeting one of them for lunch. But in my haste to catch an underground train, I fell down a number of steep steps. Two people promptly came to me and returned items that had fallen from my bag, while someone else brought the station-master. He applied bandages to some of my cuts, and kindly assured me that someone would drive me to the house where I was staying nearby.
At first it was a struggle for me to remain conscious; I was dazed, and one of my forearms was out of shape and most painful. After a while, I was able to stand without falling. I was driven home and helped to go inside the house, for which I was utterly grateful.
I rang my daughter to say that I'd had a fall, was a little shaken, and thought I'd stay home and read awhile, and catch up with her later. Half an hour later she walked in, murmuring something about having some leave due, and settled down to read the Bible Lesson aloud to me, as well as one or two articles from a Christian Science Sentinel. This greatly helped lift thought away from the pain, to the spiritual truths of Christian Science.
