I was riding my bicycle, almost home. Just after making the turn onto my street, I started into my driveway, when my front tire went out from under me, the result of an icy patch that I hadn’t seen. In the split second before smashing face-first into the cement, I heard a voice inside me say something like, “I’m here,” or “Don’t worry.” I can’t say for sure; however, it was a comforting thought.
My neighbor, a registered nurse, came running from her house—she told me later that she didn’t see what happened, she heard it. After I told her I thought I was OK, she ran back home to get a towel. I got up and started taking the bike into the garage. My neighbor helped me get inside my house, and as I cleaned up, she called my wife. It was time for me to pick her up at work and my neighbor was concerned about me driving. She knew I was a Christian Scientist, and I again told her I was OK.
Driving to my wife’s office, I saw myself in the rearview mirror. I looked as if I had just fought 15 rounds with a boxing champion; my face was such a mess. That is the first of many times when I told myself, “I am the flawless image and pure, radiant reflection of Soul.” The bleeding had stopped quickly, and there was very little discomfort in spite of the material picture.
