My mother witnessed while in college back in the 1930's a scene that she transmitted to me so vividly that it is as if I had been present.
A young fellow student and she were at the Dean's office for some discussion. There was a metal bust of an ancient tragedian on a stand next to where the other girl was standing that somehow lost its balance and fell on the girl's head.
The girl stood there, blood streaming down her face reciting in a strong voice:
I am not hurting, I am not hurting, I am not hurting.
She was the first Christian Scientist my mother ever met.
The moral of the tale: to those indoctrinated willingly facts really do not matter.
