Did you know I saved your life?
Has anyone told you the story?
One day, I had an awful feeling.
Unshakeable. Unmistakeable.
Did someone die? Was someone die-ING? Is someone hurt?
I called everyone I cared about. Everyone was fine.
I was at a complete loss. I gave up.
It’s not over. It’s not going away. There must be something.
A ton of bricks crashed through my cranium. -- Ah-Ha! --
It must be someone I deeply care about who is about to incur deep heart pain.
Short list.
It was your son.
“Have you talked to your mom recently?”
“Yea, yesterday I think. Why?”
“Drop whatever you are doing and call her right now.”
“Did you get a hold of her?”
“She is going in for emergency surgery, she had a massive heart attack. I got her right before they took the phone away.”
She told him, the reason she pulled through was because he called her and at that moment she knew someone cared about her.
She chose to live.
An early painting of mine that now belongs to the son.