I was healed

Everyone has something that they love and use. For me that thing is music. Little did I know how far I could go using music to help me or make me happy. It came to a great use one day after school. The bell rang and, as usual, I went to my locker, got my books, and walked with my friends down the hall. The kids behind us were walking really fast, practically running. Well, 8th graders are only allowed to go down a really narrow stairwell. While I was walking down the stairs the kids behind me shoved me to the side so they could get in front of me and get down faster. I tripped and rolled down the stairs landing on my back and head. Needless to say I was in a lot of pain and for a few minutes I couldn't breathe. The teachers hurriedly ran and circled around me. They called my dad and wheeled me out to the car. When I got home my grandma instantly kneeled and held my hand and started to pray. She prayed for a long time until I fell asleep. When I woke up I saw the Christian Science Hymnal on my shelf. I picked it up and started to sing "Shepherd Show Me" and "O Dreamer". The next morning I woke up and wasn't in any pain at all. I got up and walked around and was thrilled to learn I was healed. The moral to musicians in this testimony: "sing for God and be healed."
- Brittany