{"id":3184,"date":"2019-08-03T10:17:16","date_gmt":"2019-08-03T10:17:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=3184"},"modified":"2022-03-01T22:48:22","modified_gmt":"2022-03-01T22:48:22","slug":"giorno-quasi-morto","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/it\/giorno-quasi-morto\/","title":{"rendered":"Il giorno in cui sono quasi morto"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m going to tell you a story of the day I almost died.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Era estate. Ero tornata dall'universit\u00e0 durante le vacanze estive, quindi ho vissuto con i miei genitori per due mesi. A vent'anni, dovevo lavorare durante l'estate per avere abbastanza soldi per pagare la retta dell'universit\u00e0. <\/span><\/p>\n

But, along with my work, I had to study for the exams I had left. Usually, I\u2019m not the kind of person who will close herself into my four own walls and study\u2014having no time for my social life\u2014and I didn\u2019t do it this time either. So, I organized my summer into working, studying, and hanging out with my friends. I don\u2019t have to tell you that it was a busy summer for me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sono riuscita a vivere quella vita stressante e insonne per circa un mese. Poi l'asma ha iniziato a farsi sentire. Ho iniziato a sentirla di tanto in tanto, ma con l'aiuto del mio inalatore sono riuscita a tenere la situazione sotto controllo. <\/span><\/p>\n

Fino a quel giorno. <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

It was a day as any other. I started my everyday routine\u2014I got up after 2-3 hours of sleep, I studied for a few hours, I went swimming and for a cup of coffee with my friends, and then I went to work. I worked at the local bar as a bartender. It was crowded all the time.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was summer and where I come from, it\u2019s tourist season during the summer. So, there are a lot of tourists wandering around and drinking\u2014looking for a good time with no cares in the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

Everything went well at work that day. Although I was tired as hell and my legs were cramping, I didn\u2019t notice it. I was happy and satisfied and kind of numb to the stress and pain I was feeling. I needed to take a break\u2014to pause my life for a second\u2014but I didn\u2019t.  <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

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\"Ragazza<\/p>\n

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After my shift was over at 3 a.m., I got a call from my friend which I wish I didn\u2019t take. I hadn\u2019t seen her in a few days and after I leave for college, I won\u2019t see her in months. So, I couldn\u2019t say \u2018no\u2019 to her. <\/span><\/p>\n

We got together at the beach bar to have a drink (only one drink), and then I planned to go home and have those 2 hours of sleep and continue my daily routine tomorrow. I thought it was a day like every other\u2014but it wasn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I was standing at the bar talking to my friend, I started feeling it\u2014my asthma. It felt like I had a ton of stones pressed to my chest. I couldn\u2019t breathe. I didn\u2019t get scared because I knew the feeling. <\/span><\/p>\n

The only thing I had to do is to go out, breathe in some fresh air, and take my inhaler. I did go out and I did everything properly. I sat on the dock surrounded by the sea and the beautiful and calm starry night. I sat there and I struggled for every breath. I thought it\u2019s going to pass\u2014but it was only getting worse.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know how long I was sitting there. It felt like hours, but it was minutes. At some point of my struggle to breathe, I looked up at the sky and down to the sea again. <\/span><\/p>\n

The sea was so calm\u2014it was shiny, peaceful\u2014and the sky was so beautiful with millions and thousands of stars sparkling. I\u2019m not sure that I\u2019ve ever seen a clear sky like that night.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pensai tra me e me mentre lottavo per respirare: <\/span>\u201cDear God if I have to die, you chose the perfect night for me to die.\u201d  <\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

I thought of this because it was 3 a.m. and in that small place where I live, there is no E.R. You have to drive 15 miles to the closest one, and I didn\u2019t have anybody to drive me. <\/span><\/p>\n

S<\/span>a improvvisamente la mia amica \u00e8 apparsa all'improvviso. Sapeva della mia asma, ma sapeva anche che mi era gi\u00e0 capitato numerose volte e che l'avevo sempre tenuta sotto controllo. <\/span><\/p>\n

She looked at me and she knew I\u2019m not fine\u2014not this time. I didn\u2019t know this, but she told me I was pale and that my eyes were starting to crawl inside my eye sockets.<\/span><\/p>\n

From this point forward, I don\u2019t remember much. I only know I was sitting in the back of someone\u2019s car, losing consciousness, and fading away. There is only one thing I know which I haven\u2019t told anyone.<\/span><\/p>\n

That ride to the E.R. was so long, but due to the situation I was in, it was peaceful, too. Every time my friend\u2014and her friend who drove me\u2014panicked out of fear they are going to lose me, I saw something. <\/span><\/p>\n

Every time I\u2019ve lost myself I\u2019ve seen him\u2014I\u2019ve seen my guardian angel. My guardian angel is my cousin who died in a car accident. I always knew he was looking after me, but this time I actually saw him.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s weird, the whole situation, because although I knew I was dying, I was happy. I was at peace because somehow, I knew everything will be ok. I knew if I died he would look after me, once again.<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember his eyes and his smile. When he was alive, he always cracked jokes\u2014he was a funny guy and people genuinely enjoyed his company. Now, that I\u2019ve seen him once again, I realized he hasn\u2019t changed a bit. <\/span><\/p>\n

Me l'ha detto in modo divertente:<\/span> \u201cHey cous, I know you\u2019re glad to see me, but you\u2019re going back!\u201d<\/span><\/i> Ringrazio Dio per questa mia esperienza e ringrazio Dio per avermi fatto rivedere il mio angelo custode. E questa \u00e8 la mia storia. <\/span><\/p>\n

Quello fu il momento in cui finalmente feci un respiro profondo. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u00c8 stato il momento in cui ho tolto quelle tonnellate di pietre dal mio petto. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u00c8 stato il momento in cui sono arrivato in tempo al pronto soccorso. <\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u00c8 stato il giorno in cui ho rischiato di morire.<\/i><\/b><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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