On July 30, 1996, at the age of 34, I suffered a heart attack. I got sick on a Saturday, it was misdiagnosed, I didn't go go the emergency room until Tuesday, and I was fortunate to survive. I got a new lease on life, was able to remain married to my wife of then-8 1/2 years, and had a further opportunity to watch my only daughter grow. Sometimes you need wake-up calls in life to make you realize how precious each moment really is. This past week, I learned of two friends who were involved in very bad car accidents. Both are lucky to be alive, and I'm very grateful that they are. Blessings to them. While I don't equate my heart attack to their car accidents, the three events placed our lives in peril, and two things matter: all three of us are still here, and we each were given a new lease on life.
Reading of their plights and survival this week made me think that, maybe, I should more often think about how I'm living my life currently, and where I'm headed, in addition to loving what and who is really important. Steve
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Steve Sears is a New Jersey based freelance writer
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