About three years ago, I went to a junior high
camp at Odessa Hills Campground. In case
you don't know, I'm a type one diabetic, and as such, I need to keep my blood
sugar in a rage of seventy to one hundred forty. If my blood sugar gets lower than seventy, I
usually get shaky and feel really loopy. You can treat low blood sugars with juice or
something else sugary. If my blood sugar
goes untreated, I could go lower and lower, and sink into a coma. If left untreated then, you die.
So one day at
camp we were having our evening activity and I started to feel a little weird. I checked my blood sugar and found out that it
was slightly low at sixty-five. I ate
and apple and carried on with the fun. At 10:00 P.M. we tumbled into our
cabin. We goofed off and had fun till
almost lights out. Everyone started to turn in. I was getting ready to go to sleep, when
something in my head said "You need to check your blood sugar." I ignored it for a while, until finally I just
decided to check my blood and get it over with. I checked my blood. It was at thirty-two. If I had gone to sleep, I probably would have
gone into a coma and died. I truly
believe that God saved my life.
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