You know that feeling when you get punched in the stomach and literally cannot breathe? You know what it feels like to gasp for just one breath of air? That’s precisely what I felt after hearing about what happened to Malcolm. I honestly thought I would forget how to breathe and die from cerebral anoxia. It was as if time had slowed down immensely at that moment, and I was just trapped in an inferno to suffer for the rest of my life. I felt sick to my stomach and felt an uncomfortable heat rush throughout my body; I felt like I was dying. All I could do was repeatedly murmur, “Please no, this isn’t real.” It was almost like my mantra.
The situation reminded me of an experience when I was around seven or eight. I was playing in my school’s playground on the monkey bars when I suddenly sli
