Early Tuesday morning on March the 20th, I went
into total cardiac arrest—a devastating heart attack that
just about took my life.
As a matter
of fact, it did take my life, as I was without a pulse or heartbeat
for 1.5 to 2 minutes and was clinically dead.
I had to be defibrillated
(shocked) two times by the paramedics to get me back. The
following is a brief overview of what happened that morning.
I had not been feeling
very well the previous three weeks, but I kept it in the back of
That night I could only
stay a few minutes in the jacuzzi bathtub in our upstairs master
bedroom where I always like to spend some time "decompressing"
before going to bed..
I felt like I had a bad
case of indigestion.
When I laid down in bed
it only got worse and it felt like someone had their two hands around
I knew something was wrong.
I went downstairs and
got a baby aspirin and took it and then went back upstairs.
Things did not get better
so I tried to take another bath.
I was still in distress
but trying to just get through whatever was happening.
It was at this time that
Vickie, my wife of 20 years, woke up and asked me what was going
“I am having real
bad chest pains”
I told her I was going
downstairs to get a glass of water.
When I got downstairs
I felt nauseous so I went to the bathroom to try and throw up but
I was sweating profusely
so I laid down on our cool ceramic tile.
The left side of my arm
was completely numb at this point.
Vickie came downstairs
to find me laying on the ceramic tile and she told me she was calling
I told her, "No,
just get me a cool wash cloth for my head."
Instead, she went into
her office nearby and called 911…