p. 15 | The Power of Imagination

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 31, 1911

The Power of Imagination

“I CAN’T stand this any longer, doctor,” said the nervous woman. “If the patient in the next room to mine, No. 22, doesn’t keep quiet at night, I must change my room or leave the sanitarium altogether.”

“What’s the trouble?” asked the physician.

“She has one of those squeaky old wooden bedsteads, and every time she turns over, it awakens me. Last night she did nothing but toss to and fro, and I didn’t get a single wink of sleep.”

“I’ll see to that at once,” he assured her. “A woman in your condition certainly must have absolute quiet at night. I’ll have the patient in No. 22 sleep on the roof. The fresh air will be better for her, anyway.”

The next morning the nervous woman appeared in the consultation-room of the sanitarium in radiant mood.

“How did you sleep?” asked the doctor.

“Perfectly,” she replied; “I’m so much obliged to you. It made a great difference.”

“I knew it would,” he said, gravely.

He was telling the truth, because he knew the power of the imagination in disease, especially of the nerves. As a matter of fact, No. 22 had not been occupied at night for three weeks. The patient had been sleeping on the roof all the time.—New York Tribune.