The spring of my senior year of college I was on the varsity baseball team, and on a Thursday afternoon I went to baseball practice, as usual. We always started our practices with a metaphysical focus, followed by stretching as a team. However, just a few minutes into our stretching routine, I felt discomfort in my back and knew immediately that something wasn’t right.
I left practice and walked down to the locker room, but during my walk the pain became alarming and I started to feel nauseous. Within minutes of getting to the locker room I was on the floor, overcome by the aggressive picture. I knew that I needed Christian Science treatment.
After speaking to a Christian Science practitioner, I was able to rise to my feet and return to my dorm on campus. I did my best to join the practitioner in claiming my freedom from the material picture, but I soon became overwhelmingly distracted by the pain, and I was sick to my stomach, too. I couldn’t get comfortable in any position.