Saturday, November 11, 2017

Veteran's Day Ceremony, 2017

Me, in front of the Security Office
A little over 45 years ago I would not wear my uniform away from base or my work assignment. Not that I wasn't proud of it, I was, but we were serving our country during a time that a segment of our country was against anything military. We were spit on, called names, and looked down on. I felt it would be easier to just forgo the uniform to keep myself out of trouble. I had already went after some people for calling me a "baby killer" and for cursing me while I was just standing on the street. I knew if I was ever able to get my hands on one of them I'd be the one in jail or the brig. The Navy had given me a purpose in life. It had given me a job that I was proud of, and I believe, was what had given me the discipline to set me on a path to keep me out of jail. I didn't need to cross that line because of some idiot.

I was proud of that uniform. I was proud of those I was serving with. For us to be maligned and desecrated was more than I could take. It was easier to leave base in "civvies." 



BM2 Michael Collins and HM3 David Royal
Our patrol vehicle at Beaufort Naval Hospital
Yesterday, November 10th, the Edgefield County Veterans Affairs Office, Strom Thurmond High School and their many sponsors held an amazing Veterans Day program to honor all who have served.

The program included a special "Welcome Home" event for all of us Vietnam era veterans at which time we were given a Certificate of Appreciation and Vietnam war veteran commemoration lapel pin. My wife was able to attend with me and my grandson Nathan was there as a member of the US Navy Junior ROTC. I was so proud of him as I watched the next generation of young men and women preparing to take up the fight for the protection of this great nation.

Veterans at Strom Thurmond High School awaiting
commencement of Veterans Day Ceremonies
The veterans were escorted in, as a group, to a packed auditorium of men, women and high school students standing and clapping. What an honor!

The ceremonies were opened by Naval ROTC Cadet Commanding Officer LCDR Emily Bird who gave us an excellent welcome. This was followed by the Presentation of Colors by the NJROTC Color Guard. This alone was very moving to see these professional young men and women and to know that with all the negative talk about today's youth, we still have those who believe in morals, values, and doing right by our country.


This was followed by the Strom Thurmond High School band playing, and choir singing, our National Anthem. The only ones sitting during this were the veterans in wheel chairs who could not stand.

The entire auditorium recited the Pledge of Allegiance followed by an invocation given by Rev. Frank Nicholson, USANG veteran.

There was the POW/MIA Remembrance Ceremony by Jane Dolittle, US Air Force veteran and this was followed by a moving "Welcome Home" for Vietnam Era Veterans given by Mary James of the Edgefield County Veteran Affairs Office.


Vietnam War Era Veteran
Lapel Pin
There were special remarks by the Strom Thurmond High School principal, Josh Black and an Armed Forces musical tribute where each branch had their song played by the Thurmond Band. The young men and women of both the band and choir should also be recognized for their tremendous talents and the honor they brought to those of us listening to their performances.














CDR Stanley Dobbs, USN (Ret)
The keynote address was delivered by CDR Stanly Dobbs, USN (Ret) CDR Dobbs is a graduate of Strom Thurmond High School. He is the role model our young people need today. From humble beginnings as the grandson of an Edgefield County sharecropper to Strom Thurmond High School student to enlisted sailor to Commander. He believes in education first as shown by his own continuing education.

CDR Dobbs is a distinguished graduate of Harvard School of Education Urban School Leaders Program, Executive Program of Education Leaders at Stanford University. He has a BS in electrical engineering from Memphis University, A MA in business from Florida Institute of Technology, a MS in operation research/management science from the Naval Postgraduate School, Doctor in Law from Concord University, and a PHD in business quantitative methods and administration. He has advised and met with both congress and presidents of the United States. He spoke yesterday about the true meaning of "taking a knee." His speech was brilliant and on the money for the times we are going through today.


Receiving Certificate
Presented by CDR Stan Dobbs
We then had the Benediction by Rev. Nicholson and closing remarks by Mary James, US Army (Ret).

The entire program was amazing and much needed by those of us who did what we needed to do during our time of service and yet felt there was something missing.

After the students were released to return to class a special awards ceremony was held where those of us who had served during Vietnam were recognized and given Certificates of Appreciation and Lapel Pins.

We didn't ask for accolades or awards for our service. All we had ever asked for was respect.

Today we got that respect. Thank You!!!

Group photo of Vietnam Veterans honored by
Edgefield County Veterans Affairs Office
Strom Thurmond High School

I would like to extend a special thank you to those who made this day possible:
VFW Post #6932 Johnston-Edgefield, SC
Dwight Talbert, Post Commander, SC Army National Guard (Ret) 2017 Veterans Day Coordinator

Strom Thurmond High School
Principal Josh Black
US Navy Junior ROTC
CWO4 Fervil, Senior Naval Science Instructor
Petty Officer 1st Class Face, Naval Science Instructor
Strom Thurmond HS Band
Strom Thurmond Choir

McDonald's Restaurant, Edgefield, SC
Angela and Andy Harrelson, Veteran Owners

Augusta Warrior Project
Wanda Dicks, US Army (Ret) Veteran Advocate

SC Transition Assistance Advisors
Anthony D Webb, US Army National Guard (Ret) Transition Advisor

Smart911 Edgefield County Emergency Management
Suzy Spurgeon, Director, US Navy Veteran

Charlie Norwood VA Medical Center-Augusta, GA
SC VA Representative, Ronnie Gordon, USMC Veteran

Edgefield County Veterans Affairs Office
Vietnam War Commemorative Partners
Mike Washington, Colonel US Army (Ret) Director
Mary James, SFC US Army (Ret) Administrative Assistant

Saturday, October 28, 2017

How Do We Know It's The Wolf At Our Door?

EDITED 10/29/17 3:30 PM

Are we, as Christians, gullible? We do have that stereotype and at times it seems to fit. Why do we appear to be so easily deceived? Have we at times allowed the wrong people into our lives? I'm sure all of us have been deceived at one time or another. How do we let this happen and, more importantly, how do we keep it from happening again? As Christians, when we meet someone new, we want to take them at face value.  We look for the best in everyone and downplay what some might see as a fault. Our Bible tells us in Mark 12:31 "The second is equally as important; Love your neighbor as yourself.' No other commandment is greater than these." We take this to heart. We do love our neighbor, sometimes to our detriment. We try to understand and follow Paul's words in a letter he wrote to the Corinthians:

1 Corinthians 13:1-3
1) If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn't love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2) If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God's secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn't love others, I would be nothing. 3) If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn't love others, I would have gained nothing.

We go even farther as Christian bikers and those who support us. We will invite anyone into our lives as we try to show them what Jesus has done for us. We want them to see that no matter their situation in life, if they turn their lives over to God, he will help. We attempt not to look too closely at their past in order to open a new path as they learn to walk with God into the future. We know what it feels like to be looked down on for the long hair, beards, tattoos. We know the feeling of being looked at with scorn, and often times, with fear. Some people in our ranks have come from rather shady backgrounds. Some of our most valued and treasured members have come to us from the darkest recesses of human nature. They are the ones who have lived lives on the fringes of society. We have former 1% ers. We
have those who, in their past lives, would fight, shoot, or cut you over the wrong words being spoken. We have former narcotics addicts and dealers. We have former alcoholics. Our church and ministry was founded by a former "extreme" alcoholic who saw a need to reach out to those less fortunate and bring them to follow God's will and love. We take these people in, no questions asked, and love them into our family. We watch as amazing transformations take place in these people by showing our love and trust. We sometimes get complacent thinking that if we love these people enough, they would never do us wrong. We try to teach them to pray...as we forget. We allow ourselves to become naive and gullible. A teacher can enter our world and we will believe his teachings without reading the Scripture to see if what we're being told is accurate. It's easier to just believe it. This is why cult leaders go after Christians. When we stand in front of Jesus after being called home we're not going to be able to tell him, "I was tricked by that so-called Minister." His answer is going to be "Depart from me, I don't know you."

Please, don't get me wrong because all of our members didn't come from these backgrounds. We have professionals, politicians, blue collar workers, retired senior citizens, even current and retired law enforcement officers in our church congregation. You name a profession and we probably have someone who is either a current member or past member who worked in that profession. We are a true family, a team.

How do we as family keep the wolf at bay at home and at church? How do we discern the true from the false prophet? Read, study your Bible, and ask for God's guidance. That's how we get in trouble, not studying our Bibles. We are sometimes just too lazy to get into God's word to see if what we are being told is the truth and the Law according to God's word. We want to believe what we're being told. It's easier that way. We have been warned about this since the Old Testament. In Matthew 7:15-16 we were told, "Beware of the false prophets who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits."

Again, open your Bible. Study it carefully. If your understanding of the verse, or verses, does not match what you're being taught, speak to others about it. Find other pastors or mentors to discuss this with. Become satisfied with your understanding of what you're being taught. Last week a visiting pastor came to Faith Riders Fellowship Church and his message was from Matthew 25 and the Parable of the ten bridesmaids. I have read that dozens of times and had read it again just the night before. I have always took this literally and have never attempted to look between the lines. His message brought a whole new meaning to me. I have discussed this several times and found another new, true meaning of this scripture. But it took studying and questioning before I could truly understand. We have to study to get the meaning of the Bible's contents.

In my studies over the past several weeks I have read everything I could find and listened to countless hours of video and audio on the subject of the wolf entering our lives and found they pretty much can be classified into 7 groups. I am only going into a few of these but we must keep our guard up against anyone who attempts to destroy us. Remember Satan's primary purpose is to kill, steal, and destroy.

Let's take a look first at Ephesians 4:3 "Make every effort to keep yourselves united in the spirit, binding yourselves together in peace." The first of these wolves, commonly called "The Divider," was seen by us recently. He entered our lives disrupting, and nearly destroying, our church. We believed in him wholeheartedly and allowed this to happen. We saw our congregation dwindling week by week, not wanting to admit what was happening. There became factions within the church as we watched him pit brother against brother, father against son, husband against wife and friends turning on friends. We no longer had harmony, but discord. He attempted to undermine our ordained leadership before we caught on to the perverse satisfaction he was apparently getting from this. This is when we finally decided that enough was enough. A true Christian leader would have been attempting to bring people together, not tear them apart. It was easy to see. We just didn't want to believe it could happen to us or that someone who supposedly was a man of God could blatantly preach God's word yet go against it at the same time. The same people he was trying to undermine were some who started this church and most brought it from it's infancy. It has taken time to heal broken relationships but we can see a return of some members who left and we are coming back stronger than ever. We learned a hard lesson but it was well learned.

During this time we also saw what one minister called "The Tickler." He is the person who is more "man pleaser" than "God Pleaser." They preach only parts of the Bible they feel are acceptable. They condense the Bible and only teach from certain chapters while ignoring the majority. You can't preach partial gospel. The tickler preaches what people want to hear and not what we need to hear. What people want to hear are the good things, heaven, and things that will make them happy and feel good about themselves, no matter what they do. What we need to hear is sin, hell fire, and how we are falling short of the Glory of God.

Some of the Pastors are only here to make themselves wealthy. Joel Osteen, and one from my old days at the Greenwood Police Department, Leroy Jenkins, come to mind first. Them, and some others I know, and have known of, are only saying, "Show me the money." This is nothing new. Paul wrote to Timothy in 1 Timothy 6:3-5 "Some people may contradict our teaching, But these are the wholesome teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ. These teachings promote a Godly life. 4) Anyone who teaches something different is arrogant and lacks understanding. Such a person has an unhealthy desire to quibble over the meaning of words. This stirs up arguments ending in jealousy, division, slander, and evil suspicions. 5)These people always cause trouble. Their minds are corrupt, and they have turned their backs on the truth. To them, a show of Godliness is just a way to become wealthy." The people who buy into these seekers of wealth are usually the ones who can least afford to be sending their life savings to them.

There are others who need to be mentioned here such as the false prophets who will teach only enough truth to mask their false teachings, These are the Jim Jones, David Karesch, and even Charlie Mansons' of the world. They are outgoing and charismatic. They are natural leaders. They are probably the most dangerous of all false prophets. They will add to, detract from, or totally disavow the Bible in it's entirety. Some people will pretty much believe and follow them into total self-destruction. God's word becomes whatever this heretic tells them it is. They are a true prophet to these followers although this prophet has become empowered by Satan himself.

We have to learn our Bible. We have to protect ourselves, our families, and our churches. Study....Study....Study. Don't follow along blindly. The only way to rebut is to learn.

I heard a speaker once talking about his atheism with a pastor. The pastor questioned him about what parts of the Bible he didn't believe. When he told the pastor he didn't believe in it and had never read it, the pastor told him, "Well then, you're not an atheist, you're a moron! How can you argue against something you know nothing about. Read it and study it. Only then can you argue against it."

I believe only then....can you also argue for it.

As I read my words again this afternoon I felt remiss in not calling out all of what has been troubling me. I have never been one to keep my mouth shut when I felt something was truly wrong. There have been many times in my life where I could have just let things go, or looked the other way, and saved myself a lot of heartache and grief. In the long run I was always exonerated and my instincts were found to be solid. This article is one of the times I decided to skirt around my feelings to avoid hurt feelings but I just can't do it.

I have seen instances in my lifetime where the "wolf," mostly men, occasionally a woman, will gain total control over their victims. That's right, they are victims just as if they had been beaten into submission. Mind control and mental abuse is just as dangerous as physical abuse. Most times it is more dangerous. The wounds from physical abuse will heal in a short span of time. Mental abuse will last years, sometimes a lifetime. When the wolf enters a church it may take years to undo the damages, if they can ever be overcome.

When Bishop John Aguilar entered our church we believed we had found a savior to bring our church back to where it had once been. I, for one, was glad to welcome him. He seemed to be bringing new ideas and a new way into our lives. It didn't take long before I started feeling uneasy about his ideas. I was on the road a lot and could very seldom make it to services so I wasn't seeing firsthand what was happening. I only knew I wasn't comfortable in my own church of almost 5 years. Diane and I have always talked about the services and what was going on at the church by phone after each service. She told me about his ideas of associating the church with an international organization, which by the way, he was CEO of. I told her of my misgivings. She told him how I felt and he took us to lunch one day to explain his "vision." I told him then that I still didn't like it. I let him know I felt he was moving to fast and trying to make too many changes to fast. I though, put it off to getting older and not liking change much. I decided to just wait it out and see what others thought. He was likable and charismatic. He had a way with words and trying to get you to see his side of things.

He finally hit the last straw with me when he told the congregation there would be no outside pastors, no revivals, and no one speaking but him or someone he brought in. Mind control. No opinions or teaching mattered except his. We would hear him, and only him, or his thoughts through others taught by him. After hearing this I told Diane then I would be finding another church. I let her know that my feelings that this was becoming more cult than church.

I would never let my thoughts cloud her's. We talked, we discussed it at length and neither of us wanted to give up the wonderful friends, most of whom were closer than family. I would never take her away from that so I decided I would strike out on my own and try again to find somewhere I fit. I would never tell her she couldn't attend the church of her choice, no matter the reason. If I had done that I would have been the one trying to be in control of her mind and her thoughts. I would have been no better than the ones I'm writing about. I know the Bible says the man is the head of the household but that doesn't apply to keeping them down. Diane and I are partners. She walks beside me and not behind or beneath me. She had her own misgivings after being questioned about other members during what was suppose to be lady's prayer meetings. She was not only questioned about other members, but other members were talked about while she was there. This made her uncomfortable to the point she quit the meetings and decided also that it was time to leave the church.

Diane talked to some members about my feelings since I was not there a lot and found they had the same misgivings as me. When we learned that Aquilar had basically stated the deacons no longer mattered and we found he was trying to get rid of two of the most prominent people in the church we had no doubt about his wanting total control. Get rid of them and he figured the rest of the board would cave. He just didn't realize how close knit this family was. He, by then, had caused a division in the church which was tearing our close knit family apart.

If anyone, pastor, husband, wife, whoever, doesn't want you getting opinions, teachings, lessons from other people, take another look around. Something is seriously wrong. Get down on your knees and do the most serious praying you've ever done and listen for God's answer. It may come to you as a definite voice or it may be signs, but believe that you'll find the answer and you will.

I believe God has given each one of us a special gift to be used for His glory. It may be writing, speaking, music or getting out on the streets and into places others won't go, but He's given it to you. Don't turn your back on God's gift. I'm speaking to one person in particular here and you know who you are. You're special. You're talented. The good Lord wouldn't have given you this purpose in life if he didn't want you to use it to glorify Him.

This article has been written on my personal blog page because it is my personal opinions and my personal feelings. This has in no way been promoted or encouraged by my church or any individual person.  If anyone has had their feelings hurt, good. Apparently this was meant for you. I hope it will make everyone think about what we each do and who we allow into our lives I'm just using what talent God has given me to reach out. I'm just doing what the good Lord is telling me to do and putting into words what he has given me.

Love everyone....Only trust those who've earned it.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Shut Up! and Stand Up!

On Friday morning I pulled into the BP/Dairy Queen on Belair Road in Augusta, Ga. I backed my bike into a parking spot, took the cover off my American flag and unfurled it. I just stood, looking in awe, as the the wind slowly caught it and it began to wave majestically in the early morning breeze. So many have served under these stars and stripes keeping our great nation free. Way too many have died to guarantee us our freedoms and many, many more have returned carrying both the visible scars and disabilities and those scars which go much deeper and come alive in their memories each and every day.

I arrived at our primary staging area exceptionally early to relax and enjoy this beautiful morning before meeting other like-minded patriots from both the South Carolina and Georgia Patriot Guard Riders. We would also be joined by members of the Combat Veterans Motorcycle Association on this mission. Some of these members would be doing two missions in one day as there was also a mission in North Augusta, South Carolina earlier that morning. These men and women give so freely of their time, money, and energy to see that our military, first responders, and their family and friends have the honor they so rightly deserve.

This day, they once again give in order to honor a special man. Who was this man? He wasn't a politician, actor, or singer. He wasn't a man playing a game for the NFL and making millions of dollars doing so. What made him special? Why did he deserve to be honored and looked up to as a role model? He was just a man. He was a man with a wife, children, other family, and friends. If you met him on the street he would blend into the crowd. Nobody special, except to those who knew and loved him. Look a little closer and you would see a proud man standing upright with the bearing of someone who commanded respect just by his presence. He was respected and very much loved by those under him who depended on his experience and expertise to teach, and lead them, whether at home, or on battlefields in far away countries. If you saw him in his Army uniform you would see the medals on his chest that showed twenty-nine years of honorably, and proudly, standing against those who would gladly take our freedoms away. Today these fine patriots would give the honor and respect he is due. You will never see any one of them taking a knee when our National Anthem begins. They will each be standing tall and proud. I was honored they allowed me to be a small part of this.

We rode onto Fort Gordon as a group and were escorted to the building where the memorial would take place. We were each handed a large American flag and given instructions as to where we were needed on the flag line. As I backed against the building, American flag in hand, I looked around at the men and women standing with me showing the respect and honor this man's life deserved. I watched the flags blowing in the wind as the family and friends entered the building to pay their last respects to a hero gone home much too early.

As I stood there I looked around at the sincere faces of these men and women showing the utmost respect for someone none of them probably knew personally. There was another flag at the memorial service. It was the American flag draped over the casket of this brave, young soldier. There was a fire running through my soul as I stood there and thought of those NFL players who would no doubt take a knee as the anthem began at their games this weekend. These overpaid, obnoxious, loud-mouthed people who are being paid millions to play a game. Where do they get off thinking that the majority of the American people care what they think in the least? They don't have a clue about this man, or all the others who have fought and died for that very flag. The don't give a second thought to those who are still on the battlefields in far away lands. I believe I speak for millions as I say Shut Up and Stand Up!

They want to tell you they're protesting cops shooting innocent, unarmed, black men. Again, Shut Up stupid. Twenty-three years as a cop and I never once woke up before heading off to work thinking, "Okay, maybe I can go shoot a black man today." Neither did any other police officer I ever worked with. We left for work each shift wondering if we were coming home after our shift. Don't want to get shot? First, don't break the law. Second, when a cop tells you don't move, don't move. That means don't reach for your phone or your pockets or the console in your car. Just be still and don't make any sudden moves. If you have a firearm tell the officer you have it and where it is, don't attempt to get it unless he tells you to. Don't threaten them and don't get aggressive with a cop, they're doing what they are paid to do and that's to protect your sorry butt and the people you're a threat to. Twenty-three years. That's a long time without ever pulling that trigger unless it was in training. Just because I didn't pull the trigger didn't mean that I wouldn't. I had to pull the firearm many times. I guess people just knew that if it came down to you or me going home that night I was going to try my best to make sure it was me. Our jobs were to protect you, not harm you and every cop I knew did it exceptionally well. I have been beaten, bruised, bones broken, lost teeth and have seen my friends and brothers hurt, injured, and shot down while protecting your lives and the sad thing is you will disrespect them for trying to take care of you. Did you also know that there are approximately four whites killed for every black? That don't fit the narrative and it won't make for headlines so it won't get reported. So Shut Up and Stand Up. You're not disrespecting cops by refusing to stand for the National Anthem, you're disrespecting this soldier we're honoring. You're disrespecting this country we love and fought for. You're disrespecting a nation that allows you to play a stupid game and get paid for it. On second thought, I don't really care if you stand up, just shut up! I, and millions of Americans, don't want to hear your cowardly whining.

Here's the deal. Under the 1st amendment you are guaranteed the right to protest. Under that same 1st amendment I have the same right to protest you. I have never believed in boycotts. I don't believe they do much good but this time I will change my behavior. Anyone who sponsors the NFL, or any individual player who kneels during the National Anthem, has lost my support and I will not buy your products. This will be somewhat of a pain in the butt for me since some of these I use regularly such as Pepsi products. I will be changing my cell phone service from Verizon this week. I will not patronize establishments that show NFL games on their TV. I have never been a fan of the NFL so that will not bother me at all. My only interest in football has been high school and college games and I don't watch them regularly. I know my little household protest will be only a drop in the bucket and not hurt anyone but myself but I will stick with it.

Anyway, enough said. I'm tired so I guess I'd better head off to bed before I get mad!

You want to protest? Find another way and don't disrespect the flag our men and women have draped over their coffins.

P.S. I had pretty much lost interest in NASCAR over the last several years but after seeing their stand on the kneeling issue I think they may have regained a fan.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Heart Attack - Don't Hesitate

"Houston Medical...We have a sixty-three year old male presenting with severe chest pain...pain in left arm....sweating profusely. Sending strip"

"We have strip...transport Code 3. By-pass ER and go straight to Cath Lab."

When I heard the radio crackle with "By-pass ER..." I knew this was more serious than I had thought, I just didn't know how serious until a couple of hours later as I lay in the Houston County, Ga Medical Center Heart Lab looking at the photos the doctor was showing me and listening to him telling me what had happened.

What had happened? I guess the better question was why had I let it happen? I, of all people, should have known better. I was a United States Navy Corpsman. I was trained, and worked, in the Emergency Room. I was an EMT working ambulances. I was trained and worked as an Independent Duty Corpsman working field assignments, holding sick call at the BAS and even seeing patients, both active duty and dependent personnel, in the Outpatient Services Clinic at the US Naval Hospital, Camp Lejeune. True, it's been almost 40 years since I left the medical field. The technology has changed. People have not. I knew better.

For several weeks now I have had recurring heartburn. I've had acid reflux for the past 20 years so I put it off to that being where the heartburn was coming from. At first I would take my reflux medication and it seemed to help. Shortly after that it quit working as well and pain started to radiate into my upper back and neck along with the "heartburn" continuing. It was not continuous and the back and neck pain I just contributed to being from driving a truck and the continuous abuse on my whole body along with not being to eat properly or at decent times.

On Tuesday morning I left home feeling pretty good. I went to Beech Island, picked up my trailer and headed to Marianna, Fla. It was an easy run of about six and a half hours. I dropped my loaded trailer, picked up an empty and went to my normal stopping spot in Albany, Ga. It was going to be a good week. Decent revenue and home every night except Tuesday. I would finish out the week on Friday morning and be back home by Friday night. I had not planned to return to the road until Wednesday of next week. I sat up later than usual on Tuesday night talking with friends on the computer.

Wednesday morning started out well. I slept good on Tuesday, even getting in an extra hour since I wasn't in a rush. I left out for the hour and a half drive from Albany to Kathleen, Ga where I would get my next load. Arriving at Frito-Lay plant about 9:30 I dropped my trailer and went to the traffic office where I was told my load would not be ready until later. No problem, I was ahead of schedule anyway. I pulled out to the holding area and called home letting Diane know it would be later in the evening before I got back. I then did a little paperwork and relaxed. I laid back on the bed and just didn't do anything. I was lying down when the phone rang and the traffic office told me the load was ready. I jumped up and immediately felt dizzy and started sweating. No problem again. It was hot outside and apparently I had let the truck get hotter than I thought. A quick glance at the bunk thermometer and it said 79 degrees. Just what I thought. I eased on over to the traffic office and got dizzy again getting out of the truck and walking the 50 feet or so to the office. I signed the paperwork and the clerk told me that the load was still in the door and she would have someone meet me there and pull the load from the door. (Safety precaution for the people on the dock that only a Frito-Lay yard truck could pull it away after checking to make sure the trailer was clear of personnel and fork lifts.) As I pulled toward the dock the dizziness was getting worse and now my left arm was feeling like a truck was driving across it. Well I had been laying back in the bed and was probably lying on my arm. As I sat there I felt weaker and put my arms across the steering wheel and placed my head on them. I started to go to sleep. Something told me that if I went to sleep I would never wake and that's when it finally sank in to get help....I WAS HAVING A HEART ATTACK! 

I drove back to the traffic office at the gate and told the young lady that I was having a heart attack and please call 911. I was barely able to walk from my truck to the office. I was flushed, sweating severely and my left arm and chest were hurting tremendously. I sat in a chair as she called 911 and also notified the Frito-Lay first responder who was there within minutes and began taking care of me while the ambulance was on the way. They got me a glass of water and were absolutely amazing, as was the ambulance crew on their arrival.

I never lost consciousness and was aware of what was going on the entire time. The ambulance was met at the cath lab dock by a very dedicated group of nurses, technicians, and the doctor who began working with me as I was being wheeled inside. A small incision was cut into an artery in my groin and a stent was carefully maneuvered into place. Within minutes the pain was subsiding and I could feel the difference. Dr. Kahn showed me the photos (above, before and after the insertion of the stent) and stated that the artery had a 100% blockage and I shouldn't have been alive on arrival. I had remembered aspirin and took 500 mgs when I finally realized what was happening and he told me that was probably what kept me alive.

A couple of people have said that a stent couldn't be placed on a 100% blockage but apparently technology has taken care of this.

Don't be foolish like I was. If you have even the slightest hint of impending problems...PLEASE don't put it off. GET HELP!!!

Each year about 635,000 people have a first time heart attack and approximately 300,000 have a repeat attack.

There are the occasional sudden heart attacks but normally you will have clues in advance with mild pain or an uncomfortable feeling, such as:

• Chest discomfort. Most heart attacks involve discomfort in the center of the chest that lasts more than a few minutes, or that goes away and comes back. It can feel like uncomfortable pressure, squeezing, fullness or pain.

• Discomfort in other areas of the upper body. Symptoms can include pain or discomfort in one or both arms, the back, neck, jaw or stomach.

• Shortness of breath. May occur with or without chest discomfort.

• Other signs: These may include breaking out in a cold sweat, nausea or lightheadedness. As with men, women’s most common heart attack symptom is chest pain or discomfort. But women are more likely than men to have some of the other common symptoms, particularly shortness of breath, nausea/vomiting, and back pain or jaw pain.
(Provided by the American Heart Association)

Thanks for reading and please keep these things in mind. They may save your life. I almost waited too long.