One day when I was 11, I had just gotten out of school and had walked across the road to see my friend while I waited for my mum. On my way back, a jeep was coming, but I didn't see it. My friend saw it and called me back, but I couldn't get back in time. The jeep swerved, but it ran over my foot with its back wheel.
As soon as it ran over my foot, I got up straightaway and knew the truth about it like I've learned in my Christian Science Sunday School class. What I mean by "knew the truth" is that I thought about what I've learned is true—that God is caring for me and that I am always safe.
The nice woman in the jeep brought me to my mum, and then we went to my nan's house and phoned a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me. My shoe was all torn, and my foot didn't look so good. Then, since it was a road accident, we had to report it to the police and go to the hospital to have my foot checked out.
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