Since my introduction to Christian Science almost 30 years ago, I have had many wonderful healings of physical problems, including the effects of tear gas, burns, back strain, and rectal bleeding. But here I would like to testify to a transformation that helped me let go of a hateful memory and decidedly unchristian thoughts.
One afternoon, I stood behind my husband and several professors as they were looking into another faculty member's office. Without warning—and unnoticed by the group—a hand firmly grabbed me from behind, between the legs. I was shocked, and more so when I saw that the perpetrator was another professor, a friend of ours. Shame quickly turned to rage, then disgust as he sauntered away, stopping only to look back at me with a smirk. I was speechless, unable to make sense of what he had just done, and stunned into inaction. That was the beginning of the hatred.
I didn't immediately tell my husband—or anyone else—what had happened. At some point, however, I made it clear that I had no desire ever to see this man again. He would no longer be welcome in my home, and I did not even want his name mentioned.
