STARING AT DEATH

It was a Sunny Saturday and dad just left for work, I was at home with my younger brother when I started shivering so much. At first I thought it wasn't something serious since I had recently treated malaria so maybe it's just a little cold and it will be gone soon I said to myself. My brother was already up from bed while I was still lying down covering my body and shivering. I could feel how my body was trying so hard to get me back to it's normal temperature but everything was becoming futile by the hour.

I thought it was still a mere cold so I lay there trying to sleep some more but the more I tried to sleep, The more it felt like I was drifting away to somewhere farther. I felt this coldness within me and it wasn't good at all. I quickly tried calling my brother to come pray for me since I could even barely utter a word. Before calling my brother, I've already prayed so much in my mind but then I just thought that Maybe if my brother joined me in prayers it would be more effective.

My brother who was already getting very worried quickly came closer to me and prayed with me. Immediately after we finished praying, I felt this strength from within and this assurance that I'd be fine. But after about an hour more, it felt like my body got even worst. I quickly asked my brother to call my dad to come back home and take me to our family nurse. My dad took quite some time to arrive or maybe it was just because of how I was feeling, that was why I thought he took a long time.

Immediately he got home and saw how hot my body was and how weak I was, he asked me to stand up which I struggled to do and we hurried down to a nearby medication shop. Immediately the nurse saw me, she somehow knew what was wrong with me and gave me a malt drink since I haven't eaten anything yet and I needed to use some drugs. I could barely drink the malt but I had to force myself because she said if I couldn't finish it then she can't administer any medications to me.

I took the drugs she gave to me and she asked me to sit somewhere close so she can watch my performance. It wasn't even up to 20 minutes and I felt a lot better. I wondered what the nurse had given to me that helped me get better in such a short time. She gave us some more drugs to complete the dosage for three more days and we went back home. When my brother saw me he was just as surprised as I was and the only thing I could do was to give all the glory to God.

I'm someone that finds it so hard to take drugs, I always prefer to be injected than taking drugs and that was one reason why I didn't want to speak up at first to my dad, that I wasn't feeling too well before he left for work because I know he was definitely going to get me drugs which I won't want to take. It's safe to say I used my precious life to play for some hours. Normally, whenever I get sick, all I needed to do was rest well, eat well and pray then I'd be fine but that day it was different.

Due to that experience, I got to accept the fact that there is time for everything and I shouldn't be to hard on myself. If something is wrong, I should learn to speak up and not try to do everything all by myself. I also got to learn from that experience that it's always good to have people or someone around you at every point in time because you don't know what the next minute holds. I was so lucky that my younger brother was around because it won't have been a story I could tell.

Ever since that experience, I've always tried my best to do better at taking drugs when I'm not feeling well, instead of trying to act all strong just to avoid it. I was actually thinking that I wasn't going to make it because that was the first time I felt that way and it was really strange. I won't say I exactly saw death but then I felt it approaching really fast but God saved me by giving me the right people around me.

That's all to my response for this week's topic for the Hivelearners topic on "THE RISKS WE TAKE"