Last Friday will go down as my worst experiences in life. While coming home from walking I took what was a bad heart attack that came from out of no where. Someone was watching over me for when I got to emergency (Soldiers Memorial) it was closed but a clerk inside happened to see me and opened the door. There just happened to be a doctor she found upstairs. The guy immediately knew what was going on and gave me an injection for the blockage but it failed. Knowing the scarcity of ambulances and it was urgent that I get to a main hospital, by the grace of god there just happened to be an ambulance found only 20 minutes away. I was in the operating room by 2:00 am in Halifax. I had no signs to indicate a problem, no blood pressure problems, not over weight, non smoker, not diabetic, no high colestrol. Genetic they believe? Still in pain, can't seem to get comfortable, had many injections along the way, so my system is no doubt on over load. Quite a tramatic event to go through. I am deeply in debt to these people who worked feverishly around the clock to save me from the staff at Soldiers Memorial Hospital, to the Halifax Hospital, the paramedics and Kentville Hospital. What they are doing with what they have is simply amazing. True heroes in these times.