On January 19, 2005, at age 65, I was on jury duty here in San Diego. I remember some events of that morning: Stopping by a store to purchase 2 candy bars, driving downtown, and I especially remember the 6 block walk to the court house. I had to stop 2 or 3 times a block so the pain would go away from my chest and left shoulder.
You have to understand that this had been going on for a number of years prior to this episode and the pain always went away. Not this time.
The last thing I remember was going through security check. Apparently, about an hour later, as I was waiting outside the courtroom, I dropped dead from cardiac arrest. I have no memory of the event; no bright lights, no long tunnel, no relatives. Nothing... I just blacked out.
Very fortunately for me, there was a detective close by recently trained on using a defibrillator. He gave me CPR until they shocked my heart back to a normal rhythm. Moments later, two EMT's came walking down the hall and I was on my way to the hospital. A week later, I had quadruple bypass surgery. I later learned that I was the first person the defibrillator was used on since the county started supplying them to the court house.