Is that what happened to you, granny?<<<
Yes, it is what happened.
Two years of a nightmare, never knowing if he would live or be dead when I got home.
He worked for the irrigation district and they were famous for not maintaining the equipment, the power train went out on the truck he was driving.
It was the one with the giant arm on the back, and his friend Bill Whitley sitting back there, to operate the arm.
I took photos of the tracks he made, fighting to gain control of the truck, down a bank and up another, to stay out of the canal, which would have killed both men.
The physical force of fighting for control, tore the wall of his heart, but not all the way, just enough to be ready to go.
He was in the hospital for 3 months and later another 6 weeks, flat on his back and not surgery could be done, either God healed him or he would die.
It is that simple.
“Take me to the hospital, I think I am having a heart attack”.
When he left work, he went to the only Doctor we had, and he was not there, so his RN wife checked Bill and told him that he needed to go to Yuma, as there would be no help for him in Wellton. Which was true.