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A Decisive Hour Pt. 1

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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