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This happened when I was younger, though i forget how old, 8-10 maybe? Or maybe it was Junior High.
Anyways, I'm not a religious person, which makes this story kind of ironic.
It started with me getting REALLY sick, I was really pale, and really weak, to the point where it hurt badly to even move. So, my mom took me to the hospital, where they told us of the possiblities, based on the symptoms. One of these was mononucleosis.
On the second visit, I had to give a LOT of blood so they could examine it or whatever. During the entire time I was sick, I prayed to God every night, that I wouldn't die.
Eventually, there was some good news, and some bad news. Good news was, it wasnt Mono. Heh, the bad news? They didnt know WHAT it was.
Apparently, they diagnosed it as some unknown bacterial infection.
They prescribed anti-biotics or whatever, i dont really remember too well, and i eventually got better...returning to school all pale and skinny.
There was another event, where I was wrestling with some friends and a friend of mine did a Rock Bottom to me.(for those that dont know, it's just basically wrapping your arm around someone, and slamming them on their back) Well, I jumped up as he was slamming me, and ended up sliding by the hairs on my head onto my stomach. Just an inch or so more, I could have ended up with a broken neck, or paralyzed, or even worse, dead.
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