I should be Dead

Whenever I talk about home I get told I should write a story. Apparently homes very different then what people expect when they see me. I appear to be a happy go lucky type. It's mostly true I guess. Now for the boring part. I'm currently a 23 year old female going for a bachelor's in biology. I'm a middle child and only girl. There's a seven year difference between my older brother and myself. A small two year difference between my younger brother and myself. I've never even attempted to write a book before so please forgive my poor writing technique.

I'm 3

The first part of my story is about how I'm supposed to be dead. Every year my family went camping at the State Park but this year was different. My baby brother had arrived. Allen, my older brother, and myself wanted to go swimming. My mom stayed at the camp sight to feed Eric, younger brother, while my dad took us swimming.

Dad got distracted for a second and I went under. This isn't a Florida beach with clear water. This is gator infested water that you can't see through. He freaks, obviously, and the entire park starts searching the water. Eventually a boy and his dad step on me. A group of campers happened to be celebrating the end of paramedic training and immediately got to work on my blue lifeless body. Personally I believe they where sent by God to save me.

I made it to the first hospital where they put the wrong size tube down my throat. My parents where told I wasn't going to make it. They called into work and where told ri find someone to come in or they where fired. Another contractor heard about this and covered their work for them. I then got transferred to Texas Children's Hospital in Houston.

I got to ride in a helicopter, not many people are able to say that. I don't remember any of it due to my coma state but hey I did. My dad beat the helicopter to the hospital. Mom said she thought they where going you die. There I had the right size tube go down my throat. I was still unresponsive though and things didn't look good. After a while I started to wake up. At that point the doctors told my parents I likely wouldn't be able to live by myself. They believed that the lack of O2 to the brain caused big time damage. I started fighting the tubes and they ended up putting me in a drug induced coma.

As you can probably guess I survived. They gave my parents a choice to stay another night or leave. They asked me if I wanted to leave and I said yes. I apparently said yes to everything. That was the only word I remembered. We checked out and went to Golden Carol. Every time my parents asked if I wanted more I said yes. Then I was saying yes and crying. We ended up back at the hospital where the doctor told my parents I was still high as a kite and should be fine after the drugs fully leave my system.