"If this is my last breath that you give to me, I am ready to go to where You are."
"Let me be with You. I'm ready."
I felt cold even when the sun was shining brightly outside.
I was powerless.
I can't stand.
I can't walk.
I was alone.
In my tiny room I was dying.
Only a phone call and prompt respond became my only hope.
God let me breath until someone came and carried me on the shoulder.
I have a second chance to open my eyes again.
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