A year ago in September I was going through something major. I was walking my dog one morning and noticed that I was seeing double. I wasn’t balanced and I felt a little dizzy. The good news was that I went to my brother and told him that I think I needed to go to the hospital. I didn’t feel really bad or sick, but for some reason I just didn’t feel like myself. When he took me there, the hospital wasn’t sure what was wrong with me either. In fact, I told them that I felt like sleeping, and they were about to send me back home. While I was there something happened. The next thing I knew I was being escorted to some room on a stretcher. I wasn’t quite sure of what was happening but evidently I “was having a stroke.” Normally I keep myself in pretty good shape, but during that time I had been eating a lot of late night pretzels and I felt I was under a lot of pressure. I had never experienced anything like this before. I remember being in the hospital and going in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I felt fine and other times I felt like I was losing touch with reality. They decided to keep me for a couple of days, and it was a good thing they did so. Even though my brother tried to keep things somewhat secretive, I still ended up with quite a few visitors. Some even managed to sneak into the hospital at night to visit me. When my kids learned about me, they started crying. They were told that I might have to learn how to do everything all over again, and that included walking. the crazy part about this story is that after 3 days I was allowed to go home feeling really close to one hundred percent. In fact, I felt so good that on the very day I was let out of the hospital I went to play a gig “that night.” God blessed me with a second chance, and now I am doing my best to keep myself right. I take more walks, I drink more water and I try to stress less and I have even changed my diet. I “never” want to go through that again. This September makes a year since that incident. For those of you who are getting older in life, please pay heed to anything different that you feel is going wrong with your body. Just because you are used to doing something in your twenties or thirties doesn’t mean that you can continue it in your forties. Pay attention to small things because “it only takes one episode before your life could drastically change forever. ” I am not trying to scare you, but rather alert you. I survived and I have learned from my experience. Hopefully you will take note “before” something happens to you. Now I can spot people on the street and practically tell who is going to go through something major. It shouldn’t have to be that way. Thank you for checking out my Daily Thought, and as always I wish the very best that life has to offer.