My life
My life has a story that you might have never had heard.
I was not supposed to be born they said still born was the words.
They say when i came out the nurse looked confused.
They said my skin was a different color it was slightly blue.
I was not breathing my blood flow wasnt right.
So they took some xrays and could not believe there sight.
They say my organs were reserved on the opposite sides.
Basically what is my right is your left and my left is your right.
As the years past by i started to grow.
But something was happening something that they did not know.
I had holes in my heart that made my heart beat slow.
They told my mother that i had to have surgery before i turned 10 years old.
When the time came to have it my mother said that i was not scared.
They finish there done but something happened that they were not prepared .
They said everything is done but he can not go home .
My mother said whats wrong they said he is not breathing on his own.
She said tears started rolling down the side of her face.
She went to the chapel and sat there and prayed.
Heavenly father how could you do this to me.
You gave me his life as you can see i beg of you father let him be.
As she returned to the waiting room the nurses ran out.
They said he breathing hes breathing and my family started to shout.
They all started to shout and cry tears of joy.
My mother look at me said oh my baby boy.
When i woke there are things that i dont recall.
I had to learn how to walk and talk i had to relearn it all.
A fast recovery yes i did make..
The doctors were shocked that it wasnt long as they thought it would take.
They told my mother i would not have a normal life .
Little do they know the struggle i have been having to survive.
I was electrocuted when i was little i pronounced clinically dead.
But i was revived and smiled so thats what they said.
They told me i was in a car accident were i should have been dead..
But they were amazed that there was not one scratch on my head.
I got shot by a bullet and they said on the operating table that i died..
But i came back as a fighter struggling to survive.
I remember one time when i got so sick i could not eat..
My body was failing i was getting so weak.
The doctor could not explain what was happening to me.
Till this day they dont know what it was it remains a mystery.
Death has been following everywhere i go..
But i have my angels and God fighting telling death No.
This is part of my story this is part of what i survived.
So when i say dont judge me its because you have not lived my Life.
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