“Help!” “Where’s her inhaler!” “Take her to the sick bay” “Oh God!”. Those were usually the last words I heard before another episode.
While I was busy recklessly dancing and rejoicing in the Holy Ghost(because I attend a drinking church!?) God revealed to me how sickness can rob a person of a lot of good things. I had a flashback to when I was asthmatic. Joy is something I was very far from. I mean it was like I was chain bound, helpless and worthless.As I danced in the Holy Ghost, I remembered an incident that occurred in high school. It was our variety night. I and my dance crew just finished a stage performance. Towards the end of the performance I knew I had to struggle to finish the dance. I could feel it coming, gradually spinning it’s chains around me. And as soon as I got…
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