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There’s that indigestion again. Popping another antacid tablet, I rub my chest. “Happens every time I eat lunch on the run…” I tut to myself, making a mental note to let that be the last time I neglect my dietary needs for the sake of squeezing in an extra meeting.

I can almost hear my father telling me off… “You’ve got to start taking care of yourself, son. You’re not getting any younger.”

Then it takes me. A searing pain like a lightning bolt tearing in through my chest and exiting through my lower back. A sweaty sickness from deep down in the pit of my stomach and an agonizing cramping in my arm prevents me from keeping control of the wheel. Lifting my foot from the gas, I’m preparing to die. If the heart attack doesn’t kill me, I am certain in my mind that the impending collision will.

I begin to pray for the first time since my wife became ill during the birth of my youngest child. I pray that I will get to say goodbye. A pain is shattering my heart now, not the physical pain, not the muscles in my heart dying from a lack of oxygen rich blood, but emotional pain.

God, I wish I had spent more time with the people I love.