As we came careening down the side of the mountain, all of us on the toboggan thought it was one of the best runs we'd had! That is, until we crashed—and it appeared I might have broken a bone in my foot.
That evening I called a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me. We talked regularly for a few weeks until I felt enough progress had been made for me to continue praying on my own. The next several months proved quite challenging. At one point, I wondered if I might need to have the bone set by a doctor, since there were indications it had mended improperly. Yet I realized that prayer in Christian Science had proved itself an especially effective means of healing. (And I've continued through my life to find that exclusive reliance on this spiritual approach to treatment has been deeply satisfying, as well as practical.) One day after I had prayed earnestly during the morning, a wonderful adjustment took place in my thought —and then in my foot. The pain receded that day, and within a few days my foot was entirely normal.
Only later did I learn more details of an event that had helped bring my dad into Christian Science. He had broken his leg, and after many medical complications and an extended period in a full-leg cast, the doctor discovered the bone had been set improperly, and it needed to be rebroken and reset. Dad declined this procedure and instead chose Christian Science treatment. Soon there was a complete healing through prayer, and his leg returned to its natural position.
