Six is a sweet number. Just like 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. As a survivor of a near-fatal heart attack, I am glad to be celebrating the sixth anniversary of my new life. It is a blessing to have these bonus years. I sometimes wonder if I am wasting them or not doing enough … Continue reading Number Six
By all odds, the chances of me writing this are pretty slim. Five years ago, around this time, I had walked into the emergency room of the UCSF Hospital in San Francisco, complaining of a bad heartburn. In reality, it was a heart attack. The numbers were against me. I was one of the almost a-million Americans who suffer some kind of heart attack every year.
Prayers, divine intervention, great medicine or all of those resulted in me walking out of the hospital a few days later, and a month later I was back in the saddle again. I got really lucky that I got a second chance – a chance to not only remake my body, but myself and my life. I got a chance to make some wrongs right.
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