This I Believe: Miracles most often come from the most unlikely places.

I still remember my last day of eighth grade like it was yesterday. A very sunny day, my whole class had a fun day to celebrate beginning to the rest of our academic life. There was all kinds of food to eat, and as a diabetic, I could eat as much of it as I wanted as long as I covered it with the right amount of insulin.

Instead of counting out what I ate and doing the shots accordingly like I should have done, I drew up one big shot, thinking I would cover everything I would eat throughout the morning. Not only did I cover for all the food I ate, but I probably did enough insulin to cover what my whole class might have eaten. Being a headstrong 13 year old boy, I did not even how much extra insulin I had done. But I did not even care, because nothing could hurt me, right?

I arrived home early from school that day because all the eighth graders got out a couple hours before everyone else, and I decided to surprise my Dad and mow the lawn without having to be asked to. During my yard work I began to feel shaky and weak, sure signs of a low blood sugar. This was not uncommon during yard work, but I decided to wait until I finished the job to go inside and get something bring my blood sugar up. Little did I know, I was falling into insulin shock, and moved closer to death every minute.

Being in insulin shock with a drastically low blood sugar for more than twenty minuets would result in death. After falling three times in the yard, I made it inside and passed out in the hallway outside my bedroom. I was now home alone, in insulin shock and passed out, with no way of bringing my self out of it to survive.

For reasons unknown to me still this day, my older sister and younger brother got home from school just as I passed out. By this time I had spent nearly fifteen minutes in shock. While my sister frantically called 911 and my Dad, my 8 year old brother, who on any other day of the year would be out with his friends playing on a beautiful Friday afternoon, took a juice box and force fed it into me, saving my life.

Once my blood sugar was at a normal level, I was perfectly healthy with no signs that I was minuets away from death. To this day, I realize that my younger brother being home to save my life was a miracle, and I might never understand why. But had it not been for the love of my little brother, I would not be here to tell this story.

This I belive, that miracels can come from unlikely sources. More than just the miracle of saving my life is the miracle of the love of family, and the unending love and special bond I have with Michael.