A week before my birthday I felt like I could not breathe. Weeks before I felt and remembered what it felt like the first time [I’d had an asthma attack] and I did not want it again. The day before my birthday my Dad brought me to the hospital. In my mind, I thought really hard and said, No, I do not want this claim of asthma again.
At the hospital, before I saw the doctor, I prayed and said to God, I know this is not true about me. I will not let it happen to me again.
While I was waiting for the doctor, I kept praying and the symptoms slowly went away. By the time the doctor saw me, I had gotten a lot better. The doctor could not believe it. They gave me medicine, but I never took it and I didn’t need to take it.
—Kojo, 11 years old