We went to dinner with friends on January 8, the 10th anniversary of my heart attack.
Waiting for the restaurant to open, I looked inside.
Peering beyond the reflected images, I couldn't believe my eyes.
On the wall hung a defibrillator which gave me a strange feeling.
Glad it was there, I sure hoped I wouldn't have need for it.
My beating heart is my one good thing today and every day.
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