My Last Breath

Playing sports, hanging out with friends, going on family vacations, doing good in school; all sounds like a good life. This has been my life, for as long as I can remember. But all of it almost ended, about four years ago.
I was diagnosed with asthma the minute I was born, because I was not breathing when my mom gave birth to me. I was put in intensive care for the first three weeks of my life. But since then, I have lived a completely normal life, aside from the being allergic to all my animals, except my fish. I was in sixth grade, and I was home sick. I thought it was a normal cold, and it was, at first. The third day I was sick, as I was laying on the couch, I had a very hard time breathing. I thought it was my asthma acting up again so I didn't think anything of it, until after I did my inhaler and it didn't work. I felt my lungs collapsing inside of me. Every second that past, it got harder and harder to breathe. My mom rushed me to the ER. A five minute car ride to my mom, felt like an hour long car ride to me. There was not enough oxygen in my body to give me enough energy to walk, so my mom put me in a wheelchair and pushed me in.
I finally got to the hospital room, a sigh of relief came over me. The doctor came in and examined me. He said I had a pneumonia, but because of my asthma, it became a lot more severe then normal. I stayed in the hospital for a week, then the doctor finally released me to go home. I have never been so happy. That night was the scariest night of my life, as I thought I was taking my last breath.