My heart journey. Jan.9,1988. On a Saturday morning, I went skiing
with my friend, Bob and his son Mark. Half way through the morning
I fell while making some maneuvers as all skiers do at some time or
another. I felt a little pain in my chest but nothing serious, thinking I
bruised a rib or something like that.
About an hour later, as I was going up the mountain on the chairlift,
I began feeling a pain in my stomach. I thought it was just