Today’s the one year anniversary of surviving my heart attack.
It’s not like it’s a day when you go out for a big dinner to celebrate something.
My daughter begins college finals today. Last year, on the Sunday afternoon before her first college finals, I had my heart attack. So as she studied that evening, and I was being rapidly prepped for emergency surgery, I got to make one of those phone calls:
I love you. I will be fine. Don’t let this distract you from your studies, and don’t ever let me hold you back. Go for it and do your best.
Even if she had wanted to come in, it would have been a five hour drive round trip. So she studied, we all prayed, I survived, and she aced her finals the next morning.
So this year, on the Sunday before finals, she texted me that no heart attacks are allowed.
What strikes me most this year and this holiday season is how unhappy people are. When I walk through public places – grocery stores, airports, or wherever, I see lots of people who look like they need to take an ex-law or they are as worried as the drones working in the Ministry of Magic in Harry Potter.
I just want to shake them up and tell them to seize these moments and find joy wherever possible.
So in that vein – I have survived another year. So have you. So let’s celebrate!
We will survive!