With Apologies to Johnny Cash

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.  My dad died when he was forty, so I’ve eaten right, I’ve exercised, I’ve done everything I was supposed to.  And here I am. On the ground.  It was a freak snow storm in November – a storm where I didn’t even consider my own house, my own driveway, my own wife, my own kids.  I was just coming to clear the walk at St. Patrick’s, so the little old ladies who come to mass on a Tuesday morning wouldn’t fall on their way to confession.  And here I am. On the ground, with an unrecognizable pain in my chest, thinking, my wife is going to kill me….     

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