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.)

The featured image (which may only be displayed on the index pages, depending on your settings) was randomly selected. It is an unlikely coincidence if it is related to the post.