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Testimonies for the Church Vol 1 - Lansing SDA Church

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Chapter 1—My Childhood[10]I was born at Gorham, Maine, November 26, 1827. My parents,Robert and Eunice Harmon, were <strong>for</strong> many years residents of thisstate. In early life <strong>the</strong>y became earnest and devoted members of <strong>the</strong>Methodist Episcopal <strong>Church</strong>. In that church <strong>the</strong>y held prominentconnection, and labored <strong>for</strong> <strong>the</strong> conversion of sinners, and to build up<strong>the</strong> cause of God, <strong>for</strong> a period of <strong>for</strong>ty years. During this time <strong>the</strong>yhad <strong>the</strong> joy of seeing <strong>the</strong>ir children, eight in number, all converted andga<strong>the</strong>red into <strong>the</strong> fold of Christ. Their decided second advent views,however, led to <strong>the</strong> separation of <strong>the</strong> family from <strong>the</strong> Methodist <strong>Church</strong>in <strong>the</strong> year 1843.While I was but a child, my parents removed from Gorham toPortland, Maine. Here, at <strong>the</strong> age of nine years, an accident happenedto me which was to affect my whole life. In company with my twinsister and one of our schoolmates, I was crossing a common in <strong>the</strong> cityof Portland, when a girl about thirteen years of age, becoming angryat some trifle, followed us, threatening to strike us. Our parents hadtaught us never to contend with anyone, but if we were in danger ofbeing abused or injured, to hasten home at once. We were doing thiswith all speed, but <strong>the</strong> girl followed us as rapidly, with a stone in herhand. I turned my head to see how far she was behind me, and as I didso, she threw <strong>the</strong> stone, and it hit me on <strong>the</strong> nose. I was stunned by <strong>the</strong>blow and fell senseless to <strong>the</strong> ground.When consciousness returned, I found myself in a merchant’s store;my garments were covered with blood, which was pouring from mynose and streaming over <strong>the</strong> floor. A kind stranger offered to take mehome in his carriage, but I, not realizing my weakness, told him that Ipreferred to walk home ra<strong>the</strong>r than soil his carriage with blood. Thosepresent were not aware that my injury was so serious, and allowed meto do as I wished; but after walking only a few rods, I grew faint anddizzy. My twin sister and my schoolmate carried me home.I have no recollection of anything fur<strong>the</strong>r <strong>for</strong> some time after <strong>the</strong>accident. My mo<strong>the</strong>r said that I noticed nothing, but lay in a stupor <strong>for</strong>14

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