When I was younger, my mother, sister and I went to Mexico. My mom was planning to move back to Mexico and wanted to check things out first. At the time I was only a few months old. Between the weather and the whole environment, I got extremely sick. My grandma who is a doctor told my mom that she needed to take me to the E.R. before I died. During the time that I was there, my mom met this very nice lady (I never found out her name). They both got to share stories as to why they were there. My mom then found out that the lady's son had gotten into a terrible accident and was currently in critical condition. After a day or two, I was released from the hospital. As we were leaving, my mom saw the lady again. The lady had told my mom that her
