Rising Above Setbacks
A funny thing happened on my way to writing this article. I was busy going about my day, when suddenly, my heart seemed to stop inside my chest for a long count, and then it started beating wildly, as if it were my three-year-old grandson playing a frantic drum solo on his grandma’s end table (a capital offense). I shot to my feet and went to the window for some air. It didn’t help. My heart was in atrial fibrillation. I’d had it before, but never this bad.