ello, my name is Mary Ziff, and here is a little bit about myself:

     I must be one of the luckiest people in the world. First I recovered without physical handicaps from infantile paralysis (polio) in 1952, due to the very practical handling of my mother. Then in 1952, when severe psychosamatic after-effects (nightmares, headaches, stomach troubles, phobia, shyness and unhappiness), my once-again practical mother got me some Scientology group processing. After a six-week program I was happy for the first time I could remember, and no longer plagued with fears, hallucinations or inexplicable aches and pains. I could do my own life and concentrate on growing up, not in.

      Years later, having worked through the many obstacles of my teenage years, I fell in love with a young man greatly plagued with mental debris as I had been. His psychotherapy was clearly making him more depressed and hopeless. So I turned to a person in Scientology in Sydney, who promptly taught me how to help my friend. Then I taught my friend how to help himself which he promptly did. And I learned that living life was as simple as fixing a leaky faucet—easy if you learn how to trouble-shoot, and have a good manual.

     I like to help people and have always found it more fulfilling to do than to indulge myself.