I was five years old and rushed into intensive care due to my asthma. It had been bad for two weeks, and life support was an option. Another week passed and they were about to put me on the life support. I was sleeping and it was only my mother and i in the room, she was in tears, all the doctors said that my chances were low, and from the begging she knew that too. My breathing was getting worse. The light in the room brightened and made the entire room appear white. The next morning, i no longer needed life support cause i had made an huge increase, and was doing a lot better. Not even 3 days later, i was released.