After studying my weekly Christian Science Bible Lesson one Monday morning, I cycled to the next village to do some errands. Many cars passed me, but suddenly a truck struck me on the side. I fell backwards under it, and was dragged down the road. I was unconscious, but a mother and daughter who were in the car behind me, helped me to my feet once I regained consciousness a few minutes later. They were amazed to see that I was still alive. I always wear a helmet, but for no particular reason after my last errand I had put my helmet into my backpack. The bag was wrenched off my back by the truck and its wheels drove over the helmet, crushing it.
The women apparently phoned for an ambulance, and in my dazed state I heard a siren approaching. But I declined getting into the emergency van, and so it left. I vehemently prayed all the spiritual truths I knew, mainly the synonyms for God such as: God is my Life. God is Love ... therefore He loves me, and knows me as whole and complete—as Mind's idea. I recalled my son's phone number, so somebody called him, and he in turn called my wife, who is a Christian Science practitioner, and asked her to pray. Soon my son arrived and took me home, and my wife gingerly put me to bed, as my back and shoulder were extremely painful. I slept for the rest of that day and the next, while my wife prayed constantly to know that my spiritual identity was intact and that therefore I could never be separated from God. She read out loud to me Mary Baker Eddy's seven hymns, and I did my best to stay peaceful and prayerful. A couple of days later, I felt infinitely better, so I attended the Wednesday testimony meeting that night at our branch church.
Because I work part time for a renovating company, I was obliged to have an X-ray. This showed broken bones in the shoulder and ribs—but I had no fear upon hearing this news. I have witnessed many, many healings in our family of four children. We have relied radically on God, and He has never let us down.
