“Not With a Bomb, But a Whimper” …Then More Bombs.

“Not With a Bomb, But a Whimper”  …Then More Bombs.

Four years ago, I toppled from my bicycle to the street, dead at age 42 from cardiac arrest.  A stranger was giving enough to administer CPR, and I was conscious again in two-days time. I had no prior knowledge of my heart condition, don’t know who saved me, and when I woke in the hospital, had no idea why.

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