I am 72 years old and have had a bad heart valve for years. It really has not bothered me much except for the last 6 or 7 years where I would get chest pain when I over exert. My heart doctor kept telling me that my heart sounded strong and I should not worry to much about a little heart pain. My wife and I were walking a mile everyday so I was in fair shape and not over weight.
My heart pain was beginning to get worse, and I new it was time to have surgery but kind of kept putting it off and praying that God would heal my heart like others I had read about.
My grandfather and my dad both died of heart problems at the age of 71, so I had told my wife that I may not make it to 72.
I have flown model airplanes for a hobby and in competition for years, and belong to a model airplane club at a town 20 miles from my home.
On the last day of March of this year I was working with the club to introduce a scout troop to model airplane flying. It was my job to teach them how to fly control line planes. This can be quite strenuous, but all was going well until I was done with the last flyer, and had just landed the plane. That was the last thing I remembered as I colapsed with what the doctor said was "sudden death cardiac arrest." One of the scouts dads was an ENT doctor, and he started CPR on me right away. He kept it up for 15 minutes until the ambulance got there and restarted my heart with the defib machine. From there it was to the hospital and open heart surgery. They replaced my aortic valve that they said was not working at all, and I also had what they called the widow maker artery blocked down to a pin hole. The strange thing was that when I was recouperating in the hospital I felt the love of God so much and could not thank him enough for saving me again. You see, I did not have the usual heart attack. I had no pain prior to dying.
Then I began to think that it would have been a great time for me to go to be with the Lord, but he had different plans. His timing is perfect. If I had had my heart attack at any other time I would have died. That day is the only day I have been where there was a doctor for years.
So God did heal my heart, He just did it different than I thought. My rehab went very well and I was soon back to doing all the things I normally do without pain. The surgeon said I had minumal heart damage, and I do not even have to be on blood thinners. I am beginnig to have way more energy than I have had for years.
I do not know why he saved my life, but I do know we are loved more than we will ever know. As for the way he works, His ways are not our ways, and our ways are not His ways. All I can do is praise his name for ever with tears of joy.
My heart pain was beginning to get worse, and I new it was time to have surgery but kind of kept putting it off and praying that God would heal my heart like others I had read about.
My grandfather and my dad both died of heart problems at the age of 71, so I had told my wife that I may not make it to 72.
I have flown model airplanes for a hobby and in competition for years, and belong to a model airplane club at a town 20 miles from my home.
On the last day of March of this year I was working with the club to introduce a scout troop to model airplane flying. It was my job to teach them how to fly control line planes. This can be quite strenuous, but all was going well until I was done with the last flyer, and had just landed the plane. That was the last thing I remembered as I colapsed with what the doctor said was "sudden death cardiac arrest." One of the scouts dads was an ENT doctor, and he started CPR on me right away. He kept it up for 15 minutes until the ambulance got there and restarted my heart with the defib machine. From there it was to the hospital and open heart surgery. They replaced my aortic valve that they said was not working at all, and I also had what they called the widow maker artery blocked down to a pin hole. The strange thing was that when I was recouperating in the hospital I felt the love of God so much and could not thank him enough for saving me again. You see, I did not have the usual heart attack. I had no pain prior to dying.
Then I began to think that it would have been a great time for me to go to be with the Lord, but he had different plans. His timing is perfect. If I had had my heart attack at any other time I would have died. That day is the only day I have been where there was a doctor for years.
So God did heal my heart, He just did it different than I thought. My rehab went very well and I was soon back to doing all the things I normally do without pain. The surgeon said I had minumal heart damage, and I do not even have to be on blood thinners. I am beginnig to have way more energy than I have had for years.
I do not know why he saved my life, but I do know we are loved more than we will ever know. As for the way he works, His ways are not our ways, and our ways are not His ways. All I can do is praise his name for ever with tears of joy.
