Dear Neighbor,

You saved my life. 

I was in so much pain.

I just flew from Australia to Luxembourg on Wednesday, August 14th.

I had to be back in Luxembourg by the start of my contract on August 15th.

Everything worked out perfectly.

I felt fine.

Until Friday night around midnight.

I could barely see.

I knew something was wrong.

I kept going to the bathroom.

I felt sick.

I laid back in bed and thought maybe I was just jet lagged and needed to sleep. 

No, my symptoms got worse. 

I googled "911" in Luxembourg which is "112."

But I panicked.

I put my hoodie on.

Sweat pants on.

Took all of my important belongings such as my passport, license, phone, phone charger, and keys.

I didn't know how I was going to get to the emergency room. 

But I knew I was going.

I left my apartment and walked down the stairs. 

I walked outside and ran into one of my neighbors. 

He lives in the same apartment building as me.

To be honest, I do not know his name.

But he saved my life.

I told him I wasn't feeling well and that I needed to go to the hospital. 

He was smoking a cigarette.

He started looking up some hospitals that were open around midnight.

He found one.

He asked if he could finish smoking his cigarette first.

I said yes.

He unlocked his car and told me I could wait there.

Sounds like a horror movie, right?

I know you're not supposed to get in the car with strangers but I literally felt like I was about to die.

He got in the car and drove me straight to the hospital.

The whole ride there, I felt so sick.

My eyes were closed.

Legs, arms, and hands were shaking.

I had back pain and I was getting weaker by the second.

Thank God, I brought my passport.

When I walked into the hospital, that was the first thing they asked.

They lady at the front desk was very patient.

But, I wasn't.

I remember saying, "I feel like I'm about to pass out."

The front desk lady ran to the back and called for a doctor.

The doctor took me into the emergency room.

She took my blood and gave me pain medicine. 

My legs were shaking because I was in so much pain.

The doctor was speaking in another language.

Going back and forth from Luxembourgish to English. 

​Or French, maybe?

I was panicking.

I had to figure out a way to communicate to the doctor about my symptoms. 

I told her I was taking antibiotics this week because I wasn't feeling well a few days before I left Australia.

So, I went to see the doctors on Monday and the doctor prescribed me with these antibiotics to make me feel better. 

I sure did feel better before I got on the plane.

But, I still have another bottle to take until the 28th of August. 

So, I was just doing what I was told and thought was best.

Back to my story in Lux, 

The doctors took my blood and ran some test.

I felt my body starting to calm down. 

The pain killers were working.

I thought about my mom.

I was on the phone talking to my mom just a hour before I fell asleep.

Before I started to feel these symptoms. 

I wonder if that was the last time I was going to speak to her.

I thought about my family.

My life.

I thought this was my own karma.

​I thought about my old friend who is a nurse.

​She would've been right there with me.

​That's the last person, I can remember being in the hospital with. 

I thought to myself, maybe, this was the end.

Maybe, God was ready to bring me home. 

Was God going to bring me home?

I thought the worse. 

The doctor made me pee in a cup.

To test my urine.

About 30 minutes after going to the bathroom and peeing in the cup.

One of my good friends, Marc, who is apart of the board of my basketball team club in Luxembourg,

He walked into my room.

I was so happy to see him. 

I was afraid and alone until he got there.

I was so happy he found me.

I texted him before I left my apartment.

I texted my teammate too.

But, I figure they both would be sleep around midnight.

So, I just left immediately.

Scary, because my phone doesn't work unless I'm on Wifi.

My intuition, my gut, is my best friend.

I really do walk by faith because I listen to my gut.

It actually saved me too.

Marc waited for me in the waiting room.

He always has my back and has been looking out for me ever since I came to Luxembourg. 

One for the reasons, I keep coming back because I know I'm surround by good people. 

A hour later, the results came back. 

Crazy, but everything was perfectly fine.

All of my test came out normal.

I thought to myself, wtf?

That's not possible, I was literally dying.

The doctor said I had no infection, no blood issues, no nothing.

So, there was no need for me to take those antibiotics that I was prescribed with. 

Antibiotics can be tricky. 

I told Marc what the doctor said.

We talked about it in the car on the way home.

He's right, it was a combination of everything.

The flight from Australia, 8 hour difference, the antibiotics, jet lag, and lack of sleep.

For these next few days, I will take it easy. 

I will take care of myself.

Just wanted to share this because I'm sure a lot of us are always on the go.

Take care of yourself.

I know, I will. 

Thank you, neighbor.

Thank you, Marc.

Thank you, God. 

I'm okay. 

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