Early one morning in November 1998 I found myself in a crisis situation. I woke up around 4:00 AM not able to breath. Not knowing what was wrong or what I should do I rested until it was time for work. Feeling a little better I started my workday but soon realized working was not the thing for me to be doing. After much hesitation and rationalization, I asked a co-worker to take me to the ER. I was diagnosed as having a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital. I was administered medication to relieve the pain and given oxygen to help me breath. In 1998 the local hospital didn’t have the facilities for heart surgery so I was flown to Salt Lake City. The surgery was successful and my recovery was quick. I’m grateful for the medical arts and the ability of doctors to perform delicate repairs on my body.