I had already purchased a 1938 edition of Science of Mind by Ernest Holmes and read
more of it at every opportunity. I read on Page 166 that “…this thing which is causing
him to suffer now is not a law, has no right to be, is no longer effective through him,
cannot suggest anything to him,” and that when a practitioner declares and removes any
obstruction and states that the person is now all right, he/she is free from that condition. It
can never return.
Slowly, I learned to accept myself regardless of what I looked like, the mistakes I had
made in the past, and even that, up to now, I had a compulsion to use food as a comforter.
No one was more surprised than I was when I realized I could rebuild my feelings of self-
This was l977, four years after Daddy’s passing. I had found something upon which to
create a new me. I signed up for classes to become a Science of Mind practitioner.
One evening, I prepared a dish using ground veal I had purchased at Ralph’s Market. I
was about to enjoy my dinner with the girls and, without warning, bit down on a small
piece of bone. Somehow, I had chewed with such force I broke a tooth. My mouth was
bleeding, and I reached for my napkin to prevent blood from dripping onto my blouse.
The girls watched me with wide-eyed interest. I assured them I was all right. Then, all I
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