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Eberhard Lasch of Mexico City is one of the Publisher's Representatives for the Writings of Mary Baker Eddy in Latin America and is also Committee on Publication for Mexico. He spoke last June in Berlin at 2003 Annual Meeting of The Mother Church&Conference, in the session, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures— Transforming Lives, Transforming the Universe.

Living An Honest Life. Defending against injustice.

As a young woman, I suffered from that popular disease known as hypochondria. I was very fearful about whatever I heard on television and radio about diseases.

I'd Already Done the mental pros and cons list. I'd examined my motives and determined that this wasn't just some "follow the crowd" thing.

It all started one day when I was about ten. My mom wouldn't let me leave the house, and I was feeling sorry for myself.

I got the messages at my office a couple hours after they were left that Friday afternoon. From what sounded like the pay phone at school, my teenage daughter, Carol, asked, "Mom, can I go with Holly to the mall?" Then a second message from home.

The man in the produce department of my local grocery store asked, "Is that your little brother?"—referring to the four-year-old grandson sitting in my grocery cart. Before I knew it, I almost said, "Yes.

Suppose somebody came up to you and said that the universe is made of music. What would you think? Would it have more meaning if the person espousing the view was a physics professor at Johns Hopkins University? In his "Unheard Melodies," Johns Hopkins University professor Donald Hatch Andrews said that in 1924, a young physicist named Louis de Broglie "proposed that the universe is not matter but music.

At one point in my career, I was part of a development team assigned to plan a major business conference for both international and US delegates. Since my group was also responsible for developing much of the content for the two-day meeting, we all needed to maintain great flexibility and creativity, as well as unity and teamwork.

When I began painting these alpine flowers in the summer of 2000, I wanted to capture their perseverance. But it was over the next several months that my own perseverance would be tested.