“It’s never too late to spread your wings and take flight.”
Six years ago this morning I took my first and only non-military helicopter ride. It was a ride that would save my life, as 5 days later I would have a heart transplant … a heart that my hero blessedly loaned me.
It was a dreary day, cold day …. I remember the cold air hitting my face as I left one hospital and arrived at Cleveland Clinic. I remember the “space” in ICU I was taken to, I “remember” someone playing the blues on a trumpet on the street outside my window. (Family member deny this)
I was not nervous, not scared …… I was at peace. God and the Angels were all around me, as I “coded” once again and slipped into a coma!