It was not the first time I had fainted, but it sure was the most memorable.
             It was a beautiful day in mid December. I was in third grade and I was very excited because Christmas vacation was coming up. The only problem was that I had not been feeling so well for the past couple of days so my mother made an appointment with the doctor for that afternoon. It was like any other check up and
             Dr. Karana told me to take antibiotics because she thought I had the flu. So off my mother and I went to Pathmark to pick up the medicine.
             When we arrived at Pathmark we were informed that the medicine would not be ready for at least 20 minutes. My mother said we would do a little food shopping until then. We picked up the necessities and headed for the checkout line. As we waited on
             line, I began to notice little black fuzzy dots appearing before my very eyes. The last thing I can remember is saying, "Mom, I don't feel so well."
             When I awoke, I was lying on the floor with my head resting on something soft. I heard people talking and when my vision came into focus, I realized they were all gathered around me. A frail old woman was standing right above me with an exquisite crystal like rosary hanging from her hands. I could not believe she was praying for me. In the distance I heard the sirens of an ambulance approaching. The sound scared me because I always associated that sound with death.
             Since I was lying on the floor, I felt the vibrations of everyone's footsteps. All at once I felt rumbling like a herd of elephants were approaching. The EMTs came up to me and asked if I thought I felt strong enough to get onto the gurney by myself. Unfortunately, I was unable to do so they helped me. I was wheeled out to the ambulance and loaded in.
             The ride to the hospital was the scariest ride of my life. The whole time I thought I was going to die but the reassuring voice of
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