I open my eyes uncertain of where I am. For a moment, or maybe several minutes, my mind floats across my life. My past screw ups (i.e., sins) fade and drop from my consciousness. Only my goodness comes through, not in specific detail, more like a warm blanket wrapped softly around my entire body.
Things become clearer. I recognize I’m in a recovery room at a hospital in Dallas. A day goes by slowly and then a young stranger, a kid, strolls in my hospital room and stares at me. He says, “Donald, you have a strange sense of humor.”
I ask, “Who are you?”
He smiles, “We met in the emergency room. I’m Aslan Turer, and you whispered funny, self-deprecating stories while I was putting in your stent.”
Turns out Aslan is a superstar surgeon, having got a fellowship at Duke University Medical Center. He is a national leader in understanding and fixing hearts that have gone wacko, and I must be a guy who talks too much all of the time.