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The Best Day…

When you soar with the eagles, you tend to have their vision too!

~ The best day! ~

I woke up that morning still angry with my girlfriend. It was only the day before that she had basically told me that I was a bad parent. Ironically, this coming from of the woman that did not have custody of ANY of the thee children she had by three different guys! But I didn’t have time for any of that. I had to prepare for my trip to San Diego, embark on my future as a Life Coach, and I had mid-terms coming up; that was a 10 page paper on Social psychology - based on an interview done with a minimum of 5 people, and a group project in Adult Psychology (and the group hadn’t even met once together). Work was the same old stuff. Comparing the names from one file to another to make sure the banks applications were protected from.. hell I don’t know - disgruntled ex employees.. it was a boring, meaningless job to me. The only thing exciting about it was getting off early enough in the day, before the traffic going home was too bad.

I was running late for school that night, so I ran into a convenience store for a snack, soda and some smokes, and rushed off to school - not the healthiest of dinners but I had to have something! I was running late for my first group meeting for the group project. As luck (bad luck) would have it traffic was TERRIBLE that evening. I missed my meeting but had plenty of time to down my snack soda and even have a smoke before I got to school. I ran to the library, only to find my classmates breaking up and heading toward class, which started in only a few minutes. I ran along the side of one my team partners trying to get notes from the meeting I had missed. That’s when I felt the first pangs of indigestion.

Adult psychology was an interesting class so far. We’d only gone a third of the way through it, and it was this night that we had a guest speaker on “Baby Boomers”. I’d always been part of the gray line at the tail end of the “Boomers” because of my age, but I never felt more like a boomer as now, listening to this woman speak.

I happened to find some “Tums” in my book bag, the indigestion didn’t appear to be going away.

She had spoke for nearly an hour, and I’d taken a couple more Tums in that amount of time, but now it was time for a break. I went outside for a smoke, hoping that might help - I dunno, sometimes it did. I returned to the class thinking I should not have downed those tacitos so quickly washing them down with a soda.. I deserve what I got. The speaker started up again, talking about how she remembered her first crush.. a little boy with red hair and freckles.. she was talking about Howdy Doody, the famous puppet show of the 50’s. I felt like my stomach was inching up my throat into my mouth. I downed a couple more tums. I was feeling a bit flushed, and my jaw started aching like I had been clenching my teeth all night, although I don’t think I had been.

She spoke for an hour more, and I was feeling older and older, when finally it was time to go. I downed another tums on my way out, and as I drove home I called and told the witch that didn’t think I was a good father.. “I want you to drive me to the hospital, something’s not right”.

There is nothing more eye-opening that to have a Doctor come into your emergency room, and proclaim, “Yes, you are having a heart attack right now as we speak”. I’ve been in emergency rooms before, but I’ve never really ever been the emergency. Normally for me emergency rooms had been tests in frustration.. sit around and wait till someone can get to you. Not this time. The nurses, and doctors were were swarming around me like flies around (well you know). I saw them rush in a crash cart, “just in case”. IV’s pushed into my arms.. razors shaving chucks of hair so the monitors could be hooked up properly… then the deafening sound of that infinite PING watching the line go up and down never so happy to see it that way… knowing now if it went flat, the **** was really gonna hit the fan.

When you are dying, you have a strange sense of calmness. Nervous, and perhaps scared, but surprisingly calm too. They pumped me full of drugs and sent me via ambulance to San Francisco, (30 minutes away). It was the strangest road trip I’ve ever taken in my LIFE. So many things pumping through my mind - mostly the fact that it can’t be now… I have three of the most beautiful daughters… so talented, so wonderful…so young. When I got there I was poked and probed some more, and where the very dedicated and talented people -

Saved my life.

It was the worse day of my life, and it was the best day of my life (so far). By the end of the day, I was a non-smoker, and I was still alive. But I learned that no matter how much you KNOW, it is NOTHING compared to what you DO. My life will be forgotten very shortly after the line goes flat if all it reflects is what I know. It’s what I do that will linger in the hearts of others.

Bright blessings ~ Richard

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