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   The pain pulled me down to my knees. I felt like my chest would explode in a million pieces. I made it to the phone and called 911. The rescue team came and transferred me to the hospital in Uvalade, TX. I was there three hours with my blood pressure at 214. They put IVs in and shot me up with morphine and blood thinners. I felt like a pin cushion, but there was more needles and shots ahead . They finally had me to a point where they could move me to San Antonino. When I arrived, there was more shots, blood taken and lots more of morphine and nitro. Finally the heart doctor came in and said he would do surgery the next morning. Well all medications were doing good and I was just waiting for them to go inside me. Another attack happened that night. Here we go again. I was already black and blue, and they were having problems with my veins. I always had small veins, so trying to find good ones were a painful adventure. Finally stable and knocked out from all the pain medication, I woke up to hear some good news. The Dr. decided not to have surgery. He said the medication I had been taking since 09, didn’t work anymore. He said all test, X-rays and MRI, and the rest came out good. He just changed my medication and I rested at the hospital until everything had started to take affect. I left the hospital with my blood pressure at 113. I cant remember it ever being that low. Thank God for a good heart doctor who knew his job. While i was there, there was a white pigeon that show up outside my window. We just stared at each other. The nurses all said that white pigeon had never been seen there. Kinda Weird. I didn’t care tho. It was a pretty pigeon and that pretty bird calmed me. I spent quite a bit of time looking at this pigeon. One day I crawled out of bed and inch my way to the window. The pigeon landed pretty close and I finally saw the bird up close. I was thrilled that this pigeon didn’t fly away. I looked at the other pigeons flying around but they were dark and quite pretty too. This was the only white one I saw tho. After a few minutes I returned to bed and felt such a calmness. I was happy and I knew things were going to be just fine. I know, you think it was the morphine and other drugs but the nurses saw the pigeon too. No mind tricks. Just amazing. The next couple days I went to the window and the pigeon and I were just looking at each other. The doctor came in and asked me if i was ready to go home. You bet I am. He left to set the discharge papers in motion. I look at the window and the white pigeon flew off. I gather my things and waited for my ride. I went to the window looking for the pigeon while I waited. The pigeon was nowhere in sight. I was glad i was leaving but i wish i could of seen that pigeon one more time. As i headed home, i was glad, and a little sad. When I finally returned home I had to go straight to bed. With the TV on and me trying to rest, I heard a woman talk about a white pigeon. I only heard bits and pieces but she said the white pigeon was a sign for faith, healing and love. I kinda Grinned because I thought white doves were the only ones that meant peace, love. I really don’t care that much, I only know this white pigeon calmed me. Like a friend there for me and asking nothing in return. I hope I never have to return to the hospital but if I do I hope my little feather friend will show up.