6 years ago my hubby suddenly lost consciousness and fell backward on the concrete floor of the garage, splitting his head open. As I saw the ever-widening pool of blood under his head, it was hard not to panic.
I always wondered how I’d respond in such a situation; my previous reactions to stressful situations were not so good! But, I surprised myself that day.
It’s eerie to be the one demanding he not die, pound on his chest and pray, then to call 911.
It some ways, it was surreal. Sure enough, just like in the movies, they kept talking me through it until the ambulance arrived.
Paramedics said his heart stopped, doctors said he’d probably need a pacemaker and specialists kept shaking their heads.
The next day he was released with no ill effects, no pacemaker and a strong heart and body. God is good!
