Heart Attack Support Group
Heart attack is a serious, sudden heart condition usually characterized by varying degrees of chest pain or discomfort, weakness, sweating, nausea, vomiting, and arrhythmias, sometimes causing loss of consciousness. It occurs when the blood supply to a part of the heart is interrupted, causing death and scarring of the local heart tissue.
I came across this today, how sad is it that so many people actually feel this way.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT BY JOSEPH PISCATELLA
The Murder of HARRY D
On the morning of his 40th birthday, Harry D. woke with a start. It was 4:00 a.m., still pitch black, and he
was sitting on the side of his bed trembling with fear. A voice had come in a dream, whispering,
"Someone is trying to kill you, Harry."
With shaky hands, Harry lit up his first cigarette of the day and pondered the situation. His wife was now
awake also, so he shared the horrifying message with her. "It's too terrible to think about," she said. "Let's
have breakfast instead." But Harry couldn't shake his concern as he salted his fried eggs and carefully
mopped up the bacon drippings with his buttered toast. "Who would want to kill me?," he thought, as he
stirred sugar and cream into his coffee and lit another smoke.
He continued to ponder the question on the drive to the office. But weaving through lanes, beating stoplights,
and shouting at other drivers was too frustrating to maintain concentration. Nor could he find time at
work. Meetings, decisions, deadlines, phone calls...everything always piled up.
It wasn't until he was rapidly inhaling his cheeseburger and fries at lunch that the terror of his position
became clear to him. It was all he could do to finish his chocolate shake.
He worked until 7:00 p.m. as usual.
Drove home fast as usual. Had his two cocktails as usual. Ate a hearty meal as usual. Studied business
reports as usual. And took his usual two
sleeping pills to get his usual six hours sleep.
As time went on, Harry began to take comfort in this routine. Apparently, he was out-foxing the would-be
murderer. "Whoever is trying to kill me," he said proudly to his wife, "hasn't gotten me yet. I'm too smart for
him." "Yes, you are, Harry," she replied, while slicing his second helping of prime rib.
The months turned into years...
and Harry continued on, certain that he was outsmarting his murderer. But, as it must be to all men, death
came at last.
Harry D. was 51 years old. It came at dinner while he was watching Monday Night Football, the closest Harry ever got to exercise. He simply fell over into his fettucini Alfredo.
His grief-stricken wife demanded a full autopsy. It showed coronary artery blockages, elevated cholesterol
and triglycerides, emphysema, ulcers, cirrhosis of the liver, hardening of the arteries, pulmonary edema,
obesity, and a touch of lung cancer.
"How glad he would have been to know,"
said his widow, smiling through her tears,
"that he died of natural causes."
FOOD FOR THOUGHT BY JOSEPH PISCATELLA
The Murder of HARRY D
On the morning of his 40th birthday, Harry D. woke with a start. It was 4:00 a.m., still pitch black, and he
was sitting on the side of his bed trembling with fear. A voice had come in a dream, whispering,
"Someone is trying to kill you, Harry."
With shaky hands, Harry lit up his first cigarette of the day and pondered the situation. His wife was now
awake also, so he shared the horrifying message with her. "It's too terrible to think about," she said. "Let's
have breakfast instead." But Harry couldn't shake his concern as he salted his fried eggs and carefully
mopped up the bacon drippings with his buttered toast. "Who would want to kill me?," he thought, as he
stirred sugar and cream into his coffee and lit another smoke.
He continued to ponder the question on the drive to the office. But weaving through lanes, beating stoplights,
and shouting at other drivers was too frustrating to maintain concentration. Nor could he find time at
work. Meetings, decisions, deadlines, phone calls...everything always piled up.
It wasn't until he was rapidly inhaling his cheeseburger and fries at lunch that the terror of his position
became clear to him. It was all he could do to finish his chocolate shake.
He worked until 7:00 p.m. as usual.
Drove home fast as usual. Had his two cocktails as usual. Ate a hearty meal as usual. Studied business
reports as usual. And took his usual two
sleeping pills to get his usual six hours sleep.
As time went on, Harry began to take comfort in this routine. Apparently, he was out-foxing the would-be
murderer. "Whoever is trying to kill me," he said proudly to his wife, "hasn't gotten me yet. I'm too smart for
him." "Yes, you are, Harry," she replied, while slicing his second helping of prime rib.
The months turned into years...
and Harry continued on, certain that he was outsmarting his murderer. But, as it must be to all men, death
came at last.
Harry D. was 51 years old. It came at dinner while he was watching Monday Night Football, the closest Harry ever got to exercise. He simply fell over into his fettucini Alfredo.
His grief-stricken wife demanded a full autopsy. It showed coronary artery blockages, elevated cholesterol
and triglycerides, emphysema, ulcers, cirrhosis of the liver, hardening of the arteries, pulmonary edema,
obesity, and a touch of lung cancer.
"How glad he would have been to know,"
said his widow, smiling through her tears,
"that he died of natural causes."
This is TOO GOOD! It really looks at the big picture of life and help us see how everyday our decisions lead to where we find ourselves in life. This is true of our health, but also our spirituality as well. And our emotional well-being, too.
Thanks for posting this. I can't wait to see other comments on this. I keep saying it Louie: you are way to deep for this group. :)
Pam
Bet the only ones to get that will be a heart attack survivor or a cardio dr.Keep them comming
john
I agree with Pam about how daily decisions especially when taken together form outcomes.
There were several thoughts that occurred to me when I read this. One was time frame, one was reference, and the other was knowledge. The time frame is essential. My father-in-law exercised his whole life, at that time exercise which was not a mainstream idea. My in-laws ate fresh food that included chicken eggs and butter. During the first half of my father-in-law's life information about cholesterol and its effects were not as well known as today. They thought that they were eating healthy.
People have been eating animal fat for millennia, there have been considerable differences in lifestyle and life expectancy over time. During earlier times, a person lead (out of necessity) a very active lifestyle (hunting, gathering, etc.). The lifestyle aged people more rapidly and there were accidents along the way so that many people simply did not live into their 50s. Accidents, disease, and the active lifestyle brought many people to their demise before cholesterol became a problem.
Knowledge is much more widely distributed now than at times in the past, so anyone who doesn't know about cholesterol, lack of exercise, the risks of smoking, etc. can only claim that they have been living under a rock!
Then there is another side to the knowledge/information idea. Another problem with information is what to believe. Just because we repeatedly hear the same information doesn't necessarily mean that the information is true. As an example, we repeatedly heard about weapons of mass destruction. There is a saying that I recently read that said "Vehemence is no guarantee of truth". One could also add "Frequency is no guarantee of truth". It can simply be very difficult to distinguish what is true in many instances.
I would like to include a link to some interesting information that might give you some insight as to what I am suggesting.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=121609815
Namaste,
Minor4th
It was strange I c my husband a few years ago, my dad, and other family members. In your story.
1. Husband still gets to eat like that breakfast an almost daily now.
He has had an heart attack. He had test done he will need pas
Maker when he is older. Still makes our food every even for me.
Ask him not to use salt. It's hard for him to reply, either i smell
The yummy an give in. Or try not.
2. Dad had heart attacks since I was i8. Diabetes, and his hearts kept enlarging. Until it. Boom, kill him.
Dad had hard time ever following diet. He died @ 70.
3. Mom live ate anything etc. Had heart attack & stoke in 80's.
Mom died not from heart! But froze to death!
This is just a couple examples of family. Me try to watch!
Interesting yes
Louie did you write this? If so, have your people call my people. Odds are that they all have hidden killers stalking them also.
You know what this story says is so true. I guess it isn't sexy enough to recognize simple, run of the mill, hum drum, mundane habits of life, as a KILLER. Just like the frog in the water story. I guess our nature plays a big roll in why we do the things we do.
Some people remark, "What does our nature have to do with this hidden killer. Since we are sharing stories, you all have to know that I have one.
It concerns ones nature and how powerful an instigator of habit it truly is.
A scorpion and a frog are pondering, on one side of a river, to get to the other side. The frog views it as a piece of cake just to dive on in and swim accross. The scorpion, however, has an equal need to cross but cannot swim. A dilema for the scorpion but mere habit for the frog.
The scorpion asks the frog if he could hop on his back and catch a lift accross the river because of his inability to swim. The frog looks in wonder and says"What are you NUTS" as soon as we are halfway across you will sting me and kill me. The scorpion retorts, "That is obsurd, Mr. Frog, if I would do that I would surely drown"., The frog thinks a spell and sees the logic in the scorpions appeal and agrees to assist him in crossing the river.
The scorpion then eagerly hops on the frogs back and the frog dives in the water and starts to swim accross the river. Well, about half way accross the river the scorpion rears back and, wouldn't you know it, he stings that frog with a fatal blow and the frog and scorpion begin to sink and drown. The frog, with its last breath asks the scorpion why he had stung him coz now they will both surely drown. The scorpion, struggling for his last breath says to the drowning frog. "Why did I sting you Mr Frog? because it is my NATURE."
So I guess we lead our life styles to beckon the killer, Because it is our Nature. It took a heart attack to change Mine.
Just Joe
I like your story too. It's up to us to change our nature, it's a free choice given to us.
Louie