Internal Torture Device

My brother Steven has an internal heart debrillator that he calls his internal torture device. On Sunday last, it saved his life.

I took my inflatable kayak out of the truck and started to inflate it. About half way through the pumping process, I was rudely interuppted with a shock therapy. This therapy like almost all the others was totally unexpected. I just stood there trying to weather the anxiety attack that follows these so-called therapies. My friend showed up right after this episode and could tell something was wrong.

Read his entire post for a chilling look at a near-death experience.

Oh yeah, Steve’s my younger brother. Mom also had heart problems. (Though it was cancer that took her away decades too soon; she was only 66.)