I recently spoke with the folks at the AHA and they directed me to this site. As I've been reading a lot of these stories they reminded me of the day my friend Joe had his heart attack.
To be more specific, he was 44 with no family history of heart problems, and had a triple bypass.
He survived open heart surgery, and after 10 days in the ICU was finally released to go home. I remember taking walks with him some mornings. In the beginning his chest was concave. He was gaunt and unable to walk more than a couple of blocks before he had to stop and rest. It was jarring for me to see, as we had been laughing and hanging out only weeks earlier. I couldn’t understand why this had happened.
On the one-year anniversary of his heart attack, I sat him down and filmed a conversation about his journey back to health. Out of the 90 minutes of footage, I compiled a 3-minute story that I felt captured his fear, struggle, pain, strength and eventual hard-fought recovery.
The film is a reminder that the road to recovery isn’t always a fast one, and there will always be moments of self-doubt. To run a mile, you first have to take a step. That’s the toughest part. After that, you fight to run your 5280 feet and celebrate at the finish line, because you’ve been able to overcome something you never thought possible. You’re now stronger than before.
You can find the film here. I submitted it for a film competition. You can vote for it if you’d like, but that’s not the reason why I shared today.
Joe's heart attack reminded me that sometimes we all need to pause and be thankful for life, instead of questioning the hand we've been dealt. We often face obstacles that seem insurmountable, but overcoming those obstacles can be a celebration of life. For people on this board, the survivors and their families, I wanted to wish you good luck in overcoming your 5280 feet. In each of our lives, we all have our own mile to run.