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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Friday, March 26th, it began around 9:30 am a date and time I will remember forever. My whole world was about to change. I found that everything I believed spiritually was about to be altered. Perhaps and not necessarily for the worst, though I do not understand exactly how, or how severely. I do know that when my heart attack struck, I for the first time in my life did not blame God! I blamed myself. You see I drank too much, I smoked too much and have a known family history of heart disease. None of which is His fault. It is all mine, mine alone. As I lay in the ER room bed, worried about my own mortality, my family, there was something else. I asked for forgiveness. I prayed! At that moment while the EKG machine was being hooked up on me, I felt a hand slip into mine, not Mary's, I could see her in the doorway. Just as one Doctor was telling me I was indeed having a heart attack, another was telling Mary that it was about to become very crowded in there, and she was whisked off by that Doctor and the Hospital Priest. As my clothes began to be removed, the Doctor said I was told I got here early. That was a good thing.As that was being said, the hand held me tighter. The order for Heparin and Nitro given and immediately administered, I found myself being wheeled off to the Cath. Lab. All the while the rest of my clothes were being removed in the elevator. Yet, I felt no fear, Why? The hand in mine remained, ever present. I was slid from the ER bed to the Cath. table, I did not hear a voice, I felt one Clear, concise and the most loving I have ever felt or heard. The hand was that of my Lord and Savior Jesus. At that point I felt no worry, no sorrow, however I did feel the pain. Naked, but not alone. I felt no modesty, no shame. The real me was there wide open for all to see. The order for ten mg. of Morphine was given, as soon as it was the Doctor said, " Here we go Richard
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