Six Years
Six years ago, I thought I was having the worst asthma attack of my teenage years. Bending down to move something in the safe of the retail store I worked in, all the air filling my lungs came rushing out as if a balloon burst inside me. Logically, I soon made my way, struggling for air, to my locker, where I fished my rarely-used emergency inhaler from my purse. Anticipating the relief that usually came within minutes, I returned to…