In November of 2003 I had a major Asthma attack which almost killed me. I remember having it and my father carrying me down the stairs to my moms car, thank goodness we only live a block away from the hospital. I don't remember anything else that happened. While I was in the emergency room all I saw was white light and a vision of me in a backyard with a little boy. Of course it was an older vision of myself. I kept hearing someone say "wake up for Aaron, he needs you" (which is my current boyfriend) over and over again, and after that I woke up. It's almost like I had a good reason to wake up. I was being told that I had something to accomplish in life, such as a family. Ever since then I appreciate my family and the life I have ahead of me so much more. About a week later I came home from the hospital. I still have a bad case of Asthma, but I hope I never experience something like that ever again.