Thursday, while I was out shooting, my dad had a heart attack. Mom drove him to the hospital, and Molly called just about every one we know and asked them to pray, including Mr. Lewis, our family friend who I was out shooting with. He got a phone call from another friend, but he didn't answer because he didn't think it was important. Meanwhile, Molly gets the news that on a scale of 1 to 10 my dads' heart attack was a .1. I still didn't know he had one.
It was around 8:30 when I finally got the news. He had the heart attack at about 6:15.
As I said, it was a mild one, but he had to stay at the hospital over night because it was the policy. We picked him up the next morning, all smiles that he's all right. Praise GOD!
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