When I woke up, I could only think that I was going to die. I have never felt so much fear in my life. I did not understand what was happening around me. There were a lot of people surrounding me, trying to talk to me and reassuring me that I was fine. I was dizzy and confused. My head was moving as a vortex, like I just got off a merry-go-round. I was disorientated, I could not understand if I was standing straight, if I was sitting, or I was lying over the street. I could not see well. I was trying to look at the houses and road signs around me, in order to understand where I was, but my sight was blurred. I could not breathe well because my nose was bleeding. There was blood all over my face. My nostrils were occluded by dried blood and my mouth and throat were swollen and full of saliva mixed with blood. I could not feel or move my right leg. I was trying to move it, to see if it still had sensitiveness, but my leg was lying “lifeless” at the far end of my lower body, bent abnormally. I thought I would lose it. My heart was beating rapidly and I was hyperventilating. I thought that I was living the last day of my life. I was …show more content…
I felt that I was outside of my body, far from that suburban street dimly lit. I was somewhere else between the Heaven and the Earth, as in a limbo. I felt that God was looking at me, and he was talking to me. He asked me if it was worth it to fight for my life. My answer was yes, I needed to stay alive, because my mother could not live without me. I needed to tell her how much I loved her at least one more time. My mom’s smiling face gave me all the power that I needed to get over those fearful moments. While people were talking to me, and while the paramedics were aiding me and loaded into the ambulance, I was explaining to God why I didn’t want my life to end that night. He listened to me and let me