One Saturday morning my daughter and I were doing our weekly chores, and she was in another room, singing as she often did while working. All of a sudden she cried out for help. Immediately I went to her, declaring her perfection as an idea of God. When I entered the room she was lying on the floor twisted in an abnormal position. This alerted me that sickness, in whatever form it appeared, was never normal.
Health is the only real expression of man's true being and is always intact.
We quietly prayed together. At one point I asked her to consider something for me. Suppose you were sitting in a chair and decided to get up from that chair. She said no. With this insight, she straightened out and jumped to her feet.