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Showing posts with label heart attack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart attack. Show all posts

Thursday, August 5, 2010

"I BELIEVE...I BELIEVE"



 WORLD-CLASS HEART ATTACK

AMENDED Aug 5, 2010:

My friend and I have had many conversations through the years about God (he had been "trying"!) Yesterday he did ask me why I thought he lived through this.

I told him, his story--if he chose to share it--could help many Peeps "Come to believe", or reinforce the faith of others, or be a special consolation to those who are confident in our knowledge of a "Power greater than ME".

-S




"...DO YOU BELIEVE???"


My friend I talked to this morning for the first time in over a year. He plays 'cello. I play violin. Together with a flautist, we have played many weddings, maybe hundreds. over a period of 25 years.

He is an Atheist, for all of his 87 years, until March 4, 2010 at 3 AM.

That afternoon of March 3, my friend felt his heart beating like a pile driver, but did nothing at that time. In bed for the night, he felt all the symptoms of a heart attack. 20 minutes later in Naples Community Hospital, he was being worked over by a nurse, who saw his Blood Pressure drop to 30 (I guess that's low!). She called for help. Four nurses were working on him. He could hear them mumbling to one another, "This guy is a goner", "He's not going to make it", "Should we stop now, or hold on for a while longer?"

All this time, my friend was in a tunnel, and the proverbial--NOT!--white light shown SO brightly, as to hurt his eyes. He did see at the far end lots of hands, human hands which were calling to him. They seemed to him as caring, loving, gentle, and VERY HAPPY Peeps, but only the hands did he see, and feel, as they pulled at him, kept pulling him forward.

This same time, the nurses behind were "pulling" him back...he said "No, no. I don't want to go back. I want to go to that peaceful, resting place up ahead."

The nurses won out, he revived, endured  surgeries, and that was March 4, 2010. He is now alive and eating, and exercising, and calling friends who did not even know what had occurred.

He told me--this Atheist of 87 years said, "Steve, from that moment, I knew, I KNEW there is a God running things, a Loving, Giving, Creator, who "knows" each of us. I became a believer, immediately from my experience. I have joined a congregation, and I'm an active participant (he is Jewish) and I have nothing left but gratitude for the God who let me live a while longer. I was SO close to death,and I "SAW" heaven right there up ahead...."

As we hung up the phones, goose bumps were still plying their invasiveness on my skin--all over. I shiver now, as I write this. Shiver in excitement of all that is, was, and will be--whatever that is. I shiver in the JOY of knowing that we are not automatically in that "hand-basket". And may that same God bless us all, all who are here, and elsewhere.

--steveroni

Thursday, May 6, 2010

ONE EVENING'S MEMORY



THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN
LOUNGE


It was a busy night
Back in '65

Classy bar, seated 70 Peeps

One man took drink orders
One man made the drinks
One man played the violin
One man cleaned off 12 tables
One man was bartender.
One man washed the glassware
One man told the jokes
One man lit EVERYone's cigarette

The reason I know this, you see...
That one man was...me!

Rushing around
Running around
To DO all those jobs.
Room noisy loud
Hearing the sound
Of the Ship's Bells
And twice I yelled
At piano player: "Mom!
I think I'm having a heart attack!
It's not just a pain in my back!"

She stared vaguely at me--
Said in her vague manner, "Oh?"
She kept playing the ivory.
I kept working the room.
I slept without waking
All next day....

One year after that
I experienced my first
Complete physical exam.

Doctor looked at EKG
Doctor looked at me
And incredulously
Checking, said he,

"When did you have these
Two heart attacks? And
How bad were they, Steve?
And why did you not leave?"

I was age 33.
Since then, it is
Now 44 years later.
Never since have I
Experienced that much pain.

And I had "yet" eight more years of Pure Pride and Ego, personal chaos, self-destructive tendencies, hatred, and overriding HUGE fear of all things which could not be measured in PROOF (as in 190 Proof!). My drinking increased, mental acuity decreased, and finally in 1974 I hit my metaphorical  bottom. And got sober. And stayed sober.


When I die one day
I'll sigh and say
I was given these extra years.
Have I wasted them with fears?
Is all that is left--the tears?
Maybe I'll just sigh and say
Have I done any good today?

PEACE TODAY, PEEPS!