About sixteen years ago, I began experiencing a strange phenomenon. Often, and without even a second's warning it seemed, I would find myself keeling over as though being forced down by a relentless power. I would reach out to clutch something with which to steady myself, but I was never able to escape being hurled to the ground.
The temptation to avoid crossing a busy city street on foot and alone was great, but I'm grateful that I always gained courage from realizing that whatever claimed to be a physical happening was never anything but mental suggestion. I needed to resist being intimidated; I felt the need not to curtail any normal activity through fear.
Seven years passed, but despite the love and truly consecrated treatment given to me by several Christian Science practitioners at different times and my own prayers, the episodes continued. It would be another seven long years before complete healing would come.
