A Young Girl's Escape

By Arlene Elizabeth

A true story of my abduction and near-death experience. When I met Jesus and return.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781645159384

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Chapter 1

Iwas a very sickly child. I had my very first asthma attack when I was around nine months old. My mom was so scared that day because she almost lost me. Back in those days, they did not know about secondhand smoke. My parents smoked in our home with closed windows and heat on due to the cold winters in New York. So I was in and out of hospitals from nine months up until seven years old.

With pneumonia back in those days, your parents could not stay overnight with you. I was so scared. I was all alone stuck in a bubble and could not come out. I felt trapped all the time being there. The oxygen tanks were loud when they would change them out at night. The noise was loud, and it scared me. I was in a bubble all zipped in getting oxygen to keep me alive. I could not come out of the bubble until my lungs got clear.

I wanted to get out and go home, but I needed to be there, so I could breathe. My lungs sounded like a wheezing kitty cat sound. My doctor used to call me his little kitty cat when he checked my lungs. He always made me feel good when I saw him. He really cared for me and wanted me to get better. He felt sad for me being sick all the time and was in and out of hospitals.

He was my doctor from birth up until we moved to Florida when I was ten. He always wanted us to move to warmer weather for me, so I could get better. It would take three weeks or sometimes longer for my lungs to clear up, then I would go home. A few weeks would go by, then I’m back in the horrible hospital again missing lots of school days.

One nurse was very mean to me. She would shove food in my mouth using force with her hands on my cheeks to make me open my mouth to eat. I would gag and spit it out. She hurt me and made me cry. I was a little picky, and when you are sick, you don’t feel like eating that much.

My mom came to visit me. I would cry and tell her how mean my nurse was to me. My mom talked to the nurse. She would lie and say she did not hurt me. She said that I would not eat and that I have to eat, so I can get better for me to go home soon. My mom believed me. That gave me comfort. The nurse got in trouble. She never treated me like that again! Thank goodness for my mother to fight for her daughter.

I still had to stay in the hospital even after coming out of the bubble. I had to get my strength back. I tried not to get upset because my asthma would get worse. So I used to wish I would just die because I hated going to the hospital and getting poked needles all the time that hurt so bad! I would scream and cry and beg them not to give me a needle, but they had to give me shots. I would pray for God to take me—that I was tired of being sick all the time.

I was learning about Jesus at that time. I was going to Sunday school. I would pray and say I can’t take this horrible oxygen tank any longer and living in a bubble with the horrible needles to please make me better. It would hurt so badly from the shots in my arm. I cried and yelled a lot. I just wanted the pain to stop and my lungs to be healthy and clear. I remember always praying to Jesus to please heal me. I can’t take any more pain and suffering. I could see all the concern my parents and my family members had for me when they would visit me. They would all pray for me to get better. What I had to go through was very hard as