I nearly died today. It's a fact. I nearly died because of dehydration. My parents are asking me why but they already know the reason. We climb up a mountain that is 300 meters high from sea level, which heights 100 floors of an ordinary building in the city. They are aware that I am anemic, a person with anemia. I inherit it from my grandmother on my mother side.
ANEMIA is a disease in the low production of red blood cells that transports oxygen through-out the body. Because of that a person has a low immune system.
I sat there down on the side of the street, because the mountain is a station of the cross and there is road for cars but our car was park on the entrance.
I could only thank God that keeps my heart beating until now. God is really good.