Happy Easter.
I try very hard to never mix politics nor religion in an open forum, but I believe in God and his Son Jesus Christ. Not trying to be rude to anyone who doesn’t believe or anything; it’s one of those, “you do your thing and I’ll do mine.”
However, I would be hugely remiss (today especially) if I did not thank God for the opportunity to still be alive. Thank you Lord!
Exactly one year ago I felt like crap...all the time. After a small 420 party at my place, my two friends left and I was faced with cleanup (very easy), but I just couldn’t do it. I was exhausted...completely. I convinced myself that I was just too high from all the 420 fun. “I’ll do it in the morning...” I told myself.
All night I was uncomfortable. The thought of actually having to clean up in the smoking area the next day was weighing heavily on me—even though in reality it would only take 15 minutes at the most, and very little effort (for a normal person).
The next morning I went to do my little task. Naturally, I got high first...duh. After just a few minutes of sweeping the floor I started feeling like crap. Again, I made excuses for my fat ass and told myself I just “over did it” the day before on 420.
So, I abandoned the cleanup idea once again and told myself I should just go back to the house and relax. It was almost time for me to meet a buddy online to do some gaming anyway. At the time we would meet online (since he lives in another country up north of me where they eat jelly doughnuts and drink beer aye. Take off aye, you hoser.)
I meet my bud online as usual, but I’m not feeling well at all. Short of breath, clammy skin feel, hot flash, and feeling very tired. As we are booting up the game we are chatting and I tell him I may have to cut our gaming session short because I’m just not feeling well. “Must be a bug going around”...I once again convinced myself and trying to convince my friend as well.
Well, shortly after we began to play, all of a sudden, I had to run to the toilet and regurgitate...that was a lot of fun on an empty stomach trust me. Anyway, that’s when I knew something was wrong. Dry heaving almost killed this old guy. I knew in my heart (pun intended) that something was amiss.
Long story short...I had a freaking heart attack one year ago today! My wife saved my life by forcing me to go to the hospital. The doctors and nurses saved my life by cutting open my chest and bypassing diseased arteries.
God saved my life for a purpose. I believe that. I give all praise to him and to his Son Jesus Christ, especially on this beautiful Easter morning. I love everyone and everything and I’m so very happy and thankful to still be here to enjoy this wonderful life.
Get off the couch, Beeyotch!
what I’m saying here, is have a good time!!
I was never good at gambling though 
