A couple of times a week I go curling; it’s a sport where a forty-pound stone is pushed down the ice toward a target. One day about a year ago, I was standing on the ice waiting for my turn when my feet suddenly came out from under me, and my fall was broken when my head hit the ice. A thought came racing through my mind that people die from accidents like this. Right away I dismissed that thought, knowing that God—the only Life there is—is eternal, so in reality there is no death. I reasoned that I cannot die because I am an idea of God, now and forever.
There were a couple dozen people close by, and the sound of my head hitting the ice was so loud that many of them turned around to see what had happened. I quickly scrambled to my feet and began silently declaring that our Father-Mother God was right there holding me up. I would not give in to the temptation to believe that something harmful had occurred.
My husband was nearby, and he walked over and said with authority, “You are all right, aren’t you!” Even though my head hurt, I replied that I was just fine, and we both returned to our spots on the ice. I continued to participate in the activity, but every free moment I turned to God in prayer. I specifically worked with “the scientific statement of being,” which I knew by heart; it is found on page 468 of the Christian Science textbook, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy.
