So I haven’t had a new post for the blog for a bit, and there’s a good reason. After a routine medical procedure at the hospital, something went wrong, and my heart stopped. Luckily for me, I was still in the hospital, and they worked on me for 40 minutes. It was still touch and go after that, and I was heavily sedated for about a week; let me tell you if you’re heavily sedated, your mind takes you to some weird places, but here I am today. Doctors and nurses called me miracle man because of how quickly I rebounded from where I was. No doubt this has been a tough year for me medically after dealing with Legionnaires disease last summer, still wondering where that came from, but I believe the hand of the Lord has saved me twice now as if he was telling me ain’t your time yet kid you have big things yet to do. These setbacks may seem difficult, but it’s all part of the overall plan. I genuinely believe that I have the faith that he will help me through this rehab part of my healing and guide me to finding my ultimate purpose for being on this earth. This incident has taught me the overwhelming amount of love my family and friends have for me. Even friends who live outside of New York traveled to be by my bedside. Others stopped by every day, and of course, my sister Carole who has been my rock. She has not missed a day; she has slept overnight in the hospital only to have to get up at a ridiculous hour to go home and get ready for work. I don’t know what I would do without her, and I won’t even try to use words to describe how thankful and how much I love her. It is truly overwhelming to know how deeply my friends and family care about me. Their visits, their words of encouragement, and their prayers have been such a positive factor in overcoming this latest test of faith, but thanks to them, I am well on the way to doing just that, and I thank all of them.