Personal Narrative: An Experience That Changed My Life

The struggle of not being able to breathe properly, gasping for air while the fever inside was killing me little by little and my fragile self in the age of four did not know what was happening to me I was brain dead, more like clueless little kid almost having a near death experience of having a seizure that in the end it changed my life and the way I looked at it because God gave me another chance to actually prove to him that I can be someone in my life and grateful to be alive today knowing that I have family that actually loves me for who I am.
When I was the age of four, I had a wonderful time playing outside with my friends and usually riding my bike all around my neighborhood and like most people all over the world do not even know that one day they can wake up not being to breathe, seizures or even having a heart attack and dying when the day before you were fine or just a little sick. I had a fever and my mom always told me to stay in or else I would get even better, so I decided to tell my

friends I can go play with them next time when I got better from my fever. My mom told me, “Want me to make you some chicken soup?” I replied “Yes mom, I want some soup, just wake me up when you are done making it.” I fell asleep and not even five minutes my older brother around the age of seven saw me twitch violently and he went running to my mom and told her “Look at Hector!” My mom stopped cooking and went directly to me and called 911 because I could not breathe at all. She did something to regulate my breathing and it slowly started to make me breathe again.
The ambulance finally came to my house and got the oxygen mask and put it on my nose to my mouth and put me on the gurney and put me in the ambulance and my mom started to turn off the stove and started to cry for me. All I remember was myself in the ambulance slowly opening my eyes looking at my mom of what just happened and she was just crying and calling my dad that something happened and she left my older brother at the babysitter’s house. They rushed me into the emergency room and regulated my breathing. I was not scared of any needles in this time, but by just looking at the long needle I was terrified and that if I had the strength to even run I would have. The doctors knew that I would resist the needle, so they had to tie me up because if they mess up the needle that was supposed to be placed in my spine with fluid, it will paralyze me forever without being able to walk.
When your own parents hear you cry while screaming is not the best thing they could ever hear and in the corner of my eye I see my dad peeking in the room and just bursting into tears of how much pain I was in.

He whispered to me “You’ll be okay, don’t worry about it.” The doctors finally injected the needle in my spine and there it was the pain that was a hundred times worse than getting a regular flu shot. In my head, I was thinking that I hope that i can survive tonight because no matter how terrible the pain is, I’ll make it through this. Well, that midnight I finally got out of the hospital and they told me I had a seizure because of my fever and went home with a juice box and home to go sleep once more and enjoy the rest of my life with my friends and family. The moral of all of this to me was live life to the fullest because you may never know that one day your loved one or yourself can be in a near death experience, so do anything you can to make a

difference.