On the second day of 2012, my dad had a major heart attack.
Somebody or something must have shoved a lucky horseshoe up his ass because he pulled through just fine. The doctor said if he’d have waited another 30 minutes to go the hospital he would’ve been dead.
He’s 61.
Which means, by any count of luck, I have at least 27 more years.
27 years. Hmmmm. Time to get moving.
I’ve had a fairly eventful 34 so far. I know I could’ve, should’ve, would’ve done things differently but all in all I’m happy.
I think it’s time to step it up a notch though…..