My brush with death

I almost died at 5. I was vomiting and I started choking on my own vomit. My face got blue. My dad was crying and scared as he called my mother. She gets home and sees me and immediately tells him to call 911. I'm throwing up in a full trash can. I'm running I'm into walls. I'm dying in other words. The emergency workers heard my face had turned blue, one of them took one look at me. Picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. And rushed to get me to the hospital. Most don't stay but they stayed all night. Even a stranger was scared to death for me. They didn't leave my side either. That's something I never shared.