Imagine you’re walking in the back yard. Or maybe you are on the fairway of a golf course, or even on a path in a neighborhood park. You feel the sun shining, hear the birds chirping. Life is grand.
And then it happens.
The pain stabs you hard, it radiates from your chest, out through your left shoulder and arm, and you feel a pressure in your chest, like an elephant just sat on you. Then comes the falling, effortlessly down to the cool, moist ground.
You hear sounds of people right away. A strange voice says 9-1-1 has been called. Time passes, you can’t move. You wait for help. You listen, and hear the people talking, the birds chirping. “No siren,” you think. Where’s the siren?