As a college student in the early 1960s, I had the opportunity to take a tour of Western Europe and the Soviet Union. During our second week in Russia, I became ill with a severe case of diarrhea.
For several days I retained no food. I felt alone and afraid, and there was no way to telephone a Christian Science practitioner or my mother. I worried that if the tour leader realized I was sick, he might insist I be placed in a Russian hospital!
I had been praying for myself, but there hadn’t been any improvement. On the third night, I decided to skip dinner and stay in my room and pray. I felt too weak to read, but I could certainly pray! I asked God what needed to be healed.