'Twas autumn and our old trees were filled with ripened fruit but I was forced to stay inside. Though non of us said it, we all knew it was because of my sickness that would appear around this time each year.
After a few days of waking up and barely being able to breathe, Ma insisted on taking me to the doctor's office in Jonesborough. The doctor wasn't sure what exactly was wrong with me however he gave me some kind of puking powder. It was awful! And the worst part, it cost 1 Spanish dollar! That's 2 months hard work for all of us down the drain!
You have two choices. You can be afraid of everything or you can be afraid of nothing at all.
Even though the puking powder helped a bit, the Asthma hit as bad as ever. Each breath was so difficult that I feared to sleep. My dear sister Hezzy stayed up through the night comforting me however I still could not relax, even for a second, or my life could be over.
Many neigbors heard of my sickness and came to help, each taking turns comforting me. That year was worse than every past year and I honestly wasn't totally sure I would make it through, but a few weeks later, I was strong enough to walk about the farm.
As I got better, I began to worry about next year. My asthma came each year and each year it was worse. I was positive I couldn't survive anything worse than this year. Next fall I would die! I didn't want to die! The midwife, Ma Silver, noticed my mood. She told me something that completely changed how I thought about my life.
After my conversation with Ma Silver, I decided that even if I might die next year, I would choose to be afraid of nothing at all.