Why is it that people take life for granted? Is it because they feel alive, they have a good job, earning good money, no cares in the world. Well you know, I used to be like that. My job did not pay very well but I was enjoying it. Mixing with the clients, lending a hand where ever needed. Teaching my staff that worked under me new things, Ye life was great. On the 1st September 2015 at about 03H30am I woke up feeling very untoward, something was wrong and I just could not figure it out. I remember wondering why I woke up, I mean I did not feel like going to the toilet or anything like that. Then I tried to stand up and fell on my butt, there was no feeling in my legs, and then I noticed that the room was swaying from one side to the next like I was on a boat on the ocean. I tried calling my brother, I could hear myself, but no words came out, so I reached over for my cell phone and called him. Eventually, he came to my room and asked what was wrong, I tried to explain but he