![]() ![]() It was a blessing in disguise because I was reminded how fragile life is and how grateful I am to be alive. ![]() Anyway, I will continue to read the book and join in on the discussions and I hope I did not depress you with my story. The response the Kweku exhibited was acceptance of his impending death to me and his son a doctor himself could not comprehend how his father did not seek help. ![]() I cried out to God please help me and decided to try to get to the surface. The rush of emotions fear, sadness, hopelessness and then acceptance. My children, myself and different events that happened during my life. Vivid pictures, snapshots of my life flashed before me. I was at the bottom of the pool exhaustedĪnd had resigned myself that I was dying. I don't share this often but I had a near death experience while almost drowning. What propels you to seek help when you are dying or to just let it happen? I could fully relate to Kweku's dying experience in his garden when his heart was failing. I have to get use to the cadence of their writing. However, I noticed that when I am reading a book where the author's first language is not English. I love the lyrical style of the authors writing. ![]()
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