My asthma disappeared mysteriously within a year of starting courses in Scientology. My brother and I were very close when we were young. As adults we didn't spend the time together we had as youngsters, but our brotherly love was intact. When he became ill and tragically died, I was grief stricken. I received some Scientology counseling, and miraculously the grief was totally eliminated, leaving only the love I have for my brother. I was able to be much more helpful to the rest of my family than I would have been without the help I received.

     I always have known that there was such a thing as higher truth and that I must never cease searching for it until found. I had my own ideas of what the general nature of what I was looking for was, but had not found the thing I'd searched for.

      As I mentioned earlier, I was at one time a very skeptical and suspicious man. The realization that I'd found the long sought treasure did not come in a huge flash of insight, which is one of the ideas I'd had of how such a discovery would occur. Rather it was a series of insights, some not so big, some quite staggering in magnitude. The understanding I have achieved about my life and life in general, the universe, how and why things work, and how things can be improved is greater now than I ever dreamed it could be, yet I continue to grow as a spiritual being. I know there is hope. I know there is a chance for mankind to be free of the evils that have ever plagued him. As L. Ron Hubbard said, "The stars await."