The Healthy Guy Who Almost Died I was eight. Maybe nine. Third or fourth grade. I woke up in a house that wasn’t mine. A doctor I’d never seen stood in the hallway. Red overalls. Paramedics moved quickly, silent. My mother was there, holding it all together because no one else would. My father was only 38, and he was the strongest person I knew. But that morning, he was having a heart attack. He survived, but he was different after that. I’ll return to this later. Like most kids, I tried to...