A couple of weeks ago, I found myself at the front of a queue at a hospital.

I knew I had to get there in the next 10 minutes, and I was worried about making it through.

I looked at the signs, which said I had 30 minutes.

But as I approached the gate, a man at the gate yelled, “I’m not leaving!”

I didn’t know what to say.

I didn, either.

He just looked at me and said, “You have to go now!”

I was still at the entrance, so I walked up to the nurse’s station, and a nurse gave me a quick checkup.

I was so relieved to get a blood pressure reading and a quick CT scan that I was able to get through the gates.

After all that, I got to pick up my son from his new daycare.

A few days later, I was driving home from work, and someone called the ambulance.

I pulled over, and my son had to be taken to the hospital because he was unresponsive.

I walked into the ambulance room and saw my son lying on the floor, and he was bleeding from his mouth and nose.

I could hear him screaming, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!”

My heart stopped, and in the emergency room, they said, I have to take him to the ER.

I wanted to take care of him, and then I couldn’t, and they wouldn’t let me.

The only option I had was to drive him home and pick him up.

I couldn`t do it.

I had no choice.

I started to cry.

I drove him home.

He`s in intensive care now, and the nurse told me that his heart has stopped.

It has.

I told her that I`ve been there a couple of times, and she told me, “Well, it`s not the same.

You don`t know him.”

I said,  “That`s right.

He is still breathing.

I`m just glad I found a place that had a cardiologist to help me, because he would not have survived.”

I can`t thank you enough for the outpouring of support, and for the kind words and hugs.

I feel so blessed that you gave me the confidence to ask for help.

Thanks for listening.

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