When Darkeness Breathes...

VIII What Drew Them to Me?

I was so sick when I was a baby. To the point that my parents where told not to expect me to make it to my second birthday. Cystic Fibrosis. I couldn't breath, it was hot, thick and uncomfortable. I would cough, my chest burning and on fire. Every breath becoming a labored feat of strength. By 8 months, I was hospitalized, they determined that I had a severe lung infection, so the only option was penicillin. They gave me the injections and I slipped into a coma. It turned out that I was severely allergic to the penicillin, and the lung infection? It was from the milk I was drinking, the cows were being given penicillin on the farms. It was only hours now...

I was on a respirator, laying there lifeless. What little bit I had, was slipping away from me...

I was told that my mother refused to leave my side. Until she was forced too. She was only gone for a short time, late at night. She had a strange feeling, the hair on her neck rising, a tingling chill that raced through her. When she returned to the floor, all the monitors were going off in the hallway, CODE BLUE...flat-line. She raced as fast as the doctors, and what they saw when they got there...blew all of their minds. My eyes were open, my skin peachy and a healthy flush to my cheeks. I was smiling, giggling. I was alert. No one could explain what had happened, could explain anything. I was healed. The lung infection gone. The Cystic Fibrosis gone. I was healthy. And I would stay healthy for the next 5 years.

Now I know that this was the very first time I was ever taken. The very first time they removed me from the safety of my parents. They saved my life in order to harvest me later. Apparently, what they did with our DNA required us to be a certain age before it was viable, either for them or for me, I was not sure. The DNA they look for, humans have so many variances, but there is some DNA that lies recessive, this is what they want. The keys to our ability to change, to become better, lies within these sequences. It was a gift from God, the ability to become something more. And they wanted it. Their changes, they were all maneuvered through science. We had what they wanted.

I do not understand now, how they found me, how they discovered me or choose me? It could not be random, I highly doubted they zoomed around in their ships, stopping at various hospital windows, to stop in for a peek!

So how did they choose us?

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