Once at my friend's house I was playing with a shawl and another friend was there. I was on my friend's bed. She pulled the shawl and I fell and hit my head on the other bed. There was a big—I mean big!—bump. I went home. My mom prayed, and as she prayed the bump got smaller. And I prayed too. A few days later I felt wonderful and the bump was gone.
Dallas, Texas
My five-year-old daughter fell on her head while playing next door. Our neighbor brought her home, and right away I took her to my bedroom to sponge the wound with a towel and to pray.
