The last time I drank chocolate milk, I died

 Extremely lucky or unbelievably blessed, you can take your pick (personally, I think it is a combination of both) would pretty much describe my life in the last two and a half months.
 “Lucky” is having a heart attack, driving eighteen miles home, sitting around the house for a couple of hours and then seeking help and having it all work out just fine. Well, after a quadruple by-pass and some dandy rehab at the local hospital.

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