Two months before my high school sweetheart and I were to be married, a drunk driver ran a red light and smashed head-on into our car. Even though I was wearing a seatbelt, the impact dislodged the front seat and sent me through the windshield and onto the pavement.
When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital, where two nurses were taking glass shards out of my face. Unaware that I could hear them, they were sharing their professional opinions as to how many surgeries I would have to go through to repair the lacerations on my head and face.
I had no memory of the car accident, and I recall feeling that I was not part of what they were talking about. However, my face was swollen, my head hurt, and I couldn’t see out of one of my eyes. I also had a dislocated knee and shoulder, which were reset by the doctors.
Want to read this article from the Journal?
Subscribe to JSH-Online to access The Christian Science Journal, along with the Christian Science Sentinel and The Herald of Christian Science. Get unlimited access to current issues, the searchable archive, podcasts, audio for issues, biographies about Mary Baker Eddy, and more. Already a subscriber? Log in