I started choking. Embarrassingly enough, it was on my own spit / air.
We were getting ready for bed and I was about to tell Jodi something when I leaned down to pick something up and choked. Robin was there, too, and for a while I was only coughing. At first they thought I was about to throw up.
Soon enough, though, I was jumping up and down because I couldn’t breathe.
They realized I was choking and started moving quickly to do something. I was in a complete panic thinking that if they didn’t do something quickly I was about to die in Tanzania from choking on my spit.
Then she said it.
“In the name of Jesus!” Jodi yelled out of nowhere.
And I was fine.
No heimlich, no throwing up, no real need for a drink of water–just a completely clear airway.
That name is powerful.
