I could tell you the day I challenged God to show himself to me with a 45 in my mouth, which did get his attention...

But instead, let me tell you of my heart attack in June of last year.

Now I was only 37 at the time and it was at about 2 a.m. in the morning. My woman laid beside me but I could not sleep for a bad case of heart burn.

I laid there for awhile and it became excruciating. It only took about 15 minutes for the pain to make me realise it was far worse than heart burn.

So, I looked at my woman and did not want her to wake up next to a dead body. I got on my knees and watched her sleeping, that way I would fall to the floor.

The pain was so great I wrapped my arms around myself and braced as hard as I could, but I would not let out a sound.

After a couple hours she stirred and realised I was not in bed. When she looked up and asked me what was wrong, I told her I was having indigestion and needed to walk it off.

She got up and went out for a smoke with me on her porch. I tried to hide the pain, but it was written on my face. After the smoke, I confessed I was having a heart attack.

So she took me to the hospital.

After a fight with a disabled revolving door which I made move regardless, and a couple wrong turns, rude desk clerks, and a check in process, I saw my doctor.

He ran some tests and determined it was indeed a heart attack. He knew I was penniless from the check in process, but looked me eye to eye and said this...

"I know you have no money, and I know you don't care, but I am telling you like a father would tell his son, like YOU were my son, if you do not let me fix you, you will die."

So I said, well then fix me dad!

LOL

3 days later I was chopping wood again!

Love life...