Sometimes when I’m having lunch, and the weather is just fine ass sunny, I can feel asthma from a distance.
I’m now 28.
When I was a kid, I was so sickly. In primary school and high school, I couldn’t engage in sports like rugby and running because I would easily get an attack. The most active I can remember me being is in high school when I was playing volleyball.
Apart from volleyball, I played lawn tennis and table tennis.
I thought by the time I would reach my 20s, the asthma would have gone away. Now, I’m just a year to reaching 30 years and I still have to carry my Ventolin inhaler wherever I go. I’m like a walking time bomb.
Can’t complain though much. Although sometimes I wonder if I would have been healed had I believed in God during the many crusades they took me when I was a kid.
Or about that time that Grandma prayed a lot to St. Theresa of Avila to interceded for me.
Or when my cousin Shirley told me she also had asthma but got cured when she took some traditional herbs. That was way back in 2000.
It’s 15 year later. I am still asthmatic.
I still carry my inhaler when going clubbing, camping or for sleepovers.
