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Our relationship has now gone to a different level, while taking on new meaning.

Yep, that's right! It all happened because of a medical emergency I experienced recently. To make a long story short, that situation changed our relationship in many more ways than I am aware of at present.

Last month my Asian wife came home to discover that her African Native American Indian husband was on the floor in a diabetic coma. A pretty scary moment for anyone I'd imagine, but in her case more so, because she was suddenly faced with a life or death situation.

Never before had her English skills been put through so much stress, she had to be able to comprehend what the emergency medical personnel was saying, she had to sign various forms, and grant permission for medical procedures to be performed, etc., etc. I won't bore you with the details, let's just say, everything had to be done not in her native language but exclusively in her second language, (English).

Later I was told by family and friends how she looked after me, making sure that the doctors and nurses took proper care of me, she insisted on being informed all the slightest details pertaining to my condition, she was in constant contact with the personnel assigned to my care.

The point I'm trying to get to make is this; her motivation for doing these things was not because of the following:

1.) Green card

2.) To insure that she becomes an American citizen

The above items have for the most part already been accomplished or with time would have been obtained because of the paperwork already filed.

So why would she attempt to revive me, when from what I'm been told I was as good a dead? If she needed me for any of the above reasons, perhaps that would explain why she struggled to get me off the floor, and on my feet. But since most of those things had already been accomplished, well it's needless to say that at that point, I was what you could call expendable.

Now you see why the relationship has taken on a whole new meaning? It's not unusual to see wake up in the morning with her looking at me, with that look in her eyes that say more than, "I saved your life." As a man who lifts weights, to appear weak, can you dig it? It's a real weird feeling. We've been together since 1993 and it's always been me who was the stronger one, the taller one, and the faster one, and even sometimes the smarter one. This one time with her as the stronger one makes up for all the times I've picked her up and went jogging with her riding atop my shoulders.

So the question, why did she do what she did?