"I know God won’t give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish he didn’t trust me so much" ~ Mother Teresa
Miracle 1: My husband. Ed recognized immediately what was happening as he had seen it before. For those who may not know, this was not my first sudden cardiac arrest, but my second. He was able to stay calm and collected enough to quickly find help he knew I needed immediately.
Miracle 2: Stay in the car. We had just arrived at the parking lot for the trail head to the Point Bonita Lighthouse. Thank goodness, I never stepped out of the car (Ed had already stepped out and looked over at me and saw me slumped over) or even worst case scenario, I had been on the trail. I believe if either had been the case, the outcome would have been very different.
Miracle 3: Point Bonita YMCA. First (I only found this out the other day), the staff were all there for a weekly meeting. Second, Jesse had only recently been recertified CPR/AED qualified a couple weeks before this event. Third, Ed was observant enough to see a van had pulled into the YMCA only moments earlier, so he knew someone was there. What astounds me is that the van he witness pull into the YMCA lot belonged to Pete, one of my rescuers.
Miracle 4: Location, location, location. We actually had to push our vacation off by a day, because my aunt and uncle were not available on Saturday, so we left for California on Sunday. Originally, on Monday, we should have been someone on the road headed towards Las Vegas. We could have literary been in the middle of nowhere when this all took place.
Miracle 5: Me. I am still here, thanks to the quick action of Pete and Jesse stepping up to the plate without hesitation. Years ago, I had been told by a paramedic that the chances of surviving a first cardiac arrest were slim, the chances of surviving a second were well. . . none. Guess I am too ornery and showed him.
All these miracles crisscrossed and lead to the same exact point in time. I mean really, talk about a once-in-a- lifetime chance encounter!