Why is life so unfair to a boy? Not just any boy though, this boy must have been special, if not one way, then definetly another. Looking back on his life, the .
boy was I, and what happened, I will never forget. Throughout the rest of my life, I will look back on this experience and remember exactly how, and what.
happened.
It was late November, the year 1999, and I was in school. The day wasn't going so great, I was in a classroom, a very dull environment with small posters .
throughout the classroom. Suddenly, I felt struck, not a physical striking, but indeed a strike. I found my airays getting narrow, my breath not able to enter my .
mouth. My lips began to grow cold, as they changed in color to a blue. It wasn't long before I was taken to the hospital. It was almost noon, and my breathing .
became steady now, I looked to my side to see tears in the eyes of my mother. and a happy smile just had appeared from what was an emotionless face. I didn't .
know what was happening or where I was, but at that point I found out and I knew where I was then. Then a doctor came into the room and started giving me .
medicines until finally, my breathing was normal and I was sent home.
Upon arrival to the house of mine I felt better, but stayed on the couch and tried to control my breathing. After a while of lazing, I started to play Nintendo .
64, a game entitled 'Yoshi's Story'. I was having so much fiun until my breathing started to halt again. I tried to get my mother's attention, my lips moving but no .
words able to escape the cold blue lips of mine. I started to lay on the couch and my mother thought I was asleep until she checked me.
It was at this point I realized something wasn't right at all, I was in a hospital room when I awoke, I had fluids running into me from a small plastic tube .
connected to a large plastic back filled with a clear liquid. The doctor was putting medicine into a small rubber stopper, which led into the clear fluid, that went into .