The day I was born

I cant exactly remember the day I was in the hospital trying to savior each breath. I had kidney failure. I had to be put in to a respirator to be stabilized. I was in the hospital for about two weeks. Every one in my family were extremely worried because they went sure if I was going to make it. The one that was worried the most was my Aunt Martha. My aunt Martha is a extremely important to me because she has always been there for me. She was the one that would come mostly every day and pray for me to make it. As the days went on day I was starting to do a little better. The nurses and doctors were helping my every day to help my kidneys develop better. One time when my aunt Martha came in to the hospital to visit me again she brought in a little tiny gold bracelet. It had my name carved in to it, it was so beautiful. After I got out of the hospital I was put on to antibiotics for about one year and a half. I still had that bracelet on. When I look back at old pictures and I see that gold bracelet it makes me believe that the bracelet I had on the whole entire time actually did bring me good luck.