One morning, early in the year, I woke conscious of a sharp pain in my side. I immediately declared the truth, knowing to the best of my ability my spiritual selfhood— my sonship with God —and the nothingness of error.
The Bible, Science and Health, and my hymnal were on my bedside table, where they always are. But to pick them up at that moment would have meant turning over to put the light on, and lifting myself up and reaching for them. This I was unable to do, as the pain was quite intense with even the slightest movement. So I stayed still, praying, opening my thought to Truth, and listening to God. Also I tried to handle the fear I was now feeling.
After a while I felt quieter, and was able to put the light on and to pick up my books. As I did so, I saw that it was late enough in the morning to call someone. This I did. I rang a friend, a fellow church member, and asked for Christian Science treatment.
