It was October 29, 2016. I was playing tennis, and during a changeover, I collapsed. Two men who were working out nearby rushed to help me, administering CPR and shocking me several times with the automated defibrillator on the wall. The life squad arrived and took me to Mercy Anderson Hospital. I had suffered a heart attack - the dreaded "widowmaker."
Five days later, I sat up for the first time. Three months later, I returned to work, wearing a portable defibrillator. Today, I am fully recovered, back playing tennis and blessed with family and friends. Obviously, I am a lucky man. There were people around me trained in CPR and how to use the defibrillator. I have taken that training myself.
I can tell you this: CPR saves lives. The defibrillator, and knowing how to use it, saves lives. We need to raise more money and train more people. That awareness saved my life. It could save the life of someone you love.