My Final Breath

Posted By on January 23, 2012

By Braga Rodriguez

I grew up in Sao Paulo, Brazil and I didn’t have the best of childhoods. I didn’t have financial issues per se, but I didn’t always make the best decisions. When I was old enough to choose where I went and whom I went with, life turned in to a downward spiral of deception and rebellion. I had one friend who even my other friends and family members told me was a bad influence on me. I, of course, refused to listen to all the warnings and decided to choose my own path. I never had any desire to use drugs of any sort until this friend encouraged me to.

After many offers to do drugs, the first time I decided to give into the peer pressure was the last time I chose to ever do that again. My friend failed to tell me that this drug I smoked was laced with crack cocaine and was nothing like smoking a cigarette. My initial feeling was a sudden fear of dying. My heart began to race as if it was going to jump straight out of my chest, and I became very short of breath. After I calmed down, I thought, “I will never do that again”.

Six days passed and suddenly, I began getting excruciating migraine headaches and started feeling really weak. I was having the same occurrence when I did drugs several days before and I didn’t smoke this time. I was afraid and confused. My first instinct was to call my parents to come get me and take me to the hospital. They were at least thirty minutes away from me in two different places. My father was the first one that could get to me. When he finally arrived I was so weak he had to carry me to the car.

At the emergency room, my blood pressure was 40/20 – the lowest it has ever been. The doctors did several tests and could not find what was wrong, and after just a few hours, they sent me home. The next day, I felt fine, so I went to my friend’s house nearby, and thirty minutes to an hour passed before it all started happening again.

This time, however, it was much worse. While the tests were being run, I could not hold down anything. Vomiting heavily, I became severely dehydrated, so I was induced into a coma on I.V.’s and placed on life support to breathe. The doctor finally diagnosed me with chemical pneumonia, one of the most fatal forms of this disease.

This disease eats away at the lungs and causes a loss of breath and the loss of one’s mind. When I was still coherent, I was incredibly hostile and angry at everyone, including the doctors trying to help me. They informed my parents how serious and rare this disease was, and that three people in all of Brazil suffered from this. There were no survivors thus far, from what the doctors knew.

Since we were at the most reputable hospital in all of Sao Paulo, my mother asked the doctor if there was anything money could buy that could heal me from this horrible state.

The doctor asked my mother, “Ma’am, do you believe in God?”

My mother responded, “Why, yes, I do.”

The doctor stated, “Well, the only suggestion I truly have for you is to pray.”

My mother began to pray and pray until she absolutely couldn’t pray any more and then prayed some more. A few days later my lungs continued failing until I was living on ten percent of capacity. After corresponding with other doctors, my doctor suggested to my mother that they give me a large dose of cortisone.

This was a life or death procedure, and a risk my mother had to take as she had to give written permission. She didn’t want to lose me so she signed it, trembling. The shot was a huge success, because just like Jesus, three days after it was given to me, all my vital signs began vastly improving. My lungs began to repair themselves on their own and I was breathing like I never had before. Oh and one other thing, the date was December 24th.

I learned from this experience that God is real, and that He truly does answer prayers. This miracle alone was my affirmation that God has a plan for my life here on earth.

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  1. Charles says:

    I love your site. Charles

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