This I Believe

Vincent - USA
Entered on February 7, 2008
Age Group: 18 - 30
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This is what I believe and why I believe it. All of my life as a child, I was brought up in the church. I was taught that there was a God and that He loved me. He supposedly had a son named Jesus the Christ and apart of Him a Holy Spirit. When I was born, I was diagnosed with a disease called asthma, and in my case it was chronic. For years I struggled with my disease and came out of it victorious. I gave the credit to the Lord, but I did not know why exactly. I did not need an explanation as long as I was breathing. All that would change on October 7, 2002. That year, Oklahoma had a very hot summer that carried over into the school year. I was sixteen at the time and still had not grown out of my asthma completely. It was the start of basketball season and practice was after school. We started practice by running laps. As I ran, my breath became shorter with every stride. I tried to subdue the asthma attack by taking my inhaler. I took it several times but I noticed that the inhaler was not taking affect. I called out to coach saying “Coach, I can’t breathe!” The assistant coach looked at me and said, “That’s too bad son, finish your laps.” I tried to relax and breathe, but the asthma attack was only getting worse. The heat and pollen did not help my situation. After I grabbed coach’s shoulder, he realized that my condition was serious. He looked at me and spoke words but all I could focus on at the time was how his stank breath was making my asthma worse. He then instructed the head coach to call an ambulance. While I waited for the ambulance to come, a strong since of faith in the Lord came over me that didn’t seem to be there before. The Lord and I did not have a great relationship at the time. I knew what He was capable of, but I chose to live the way I wanted to with no regard to the consequences. I was going to die before the ambulance arrived and I knew it. While I stood sucking in my last few breaths, I called out the name of Jesus. I called out to Him three times, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.” After this was done, so was my asthma attack. The ambulance came, gave me oxygen, and took me to the hospital. Twenty minutes after getting to the hospital I was released. I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and this is why.