Back when I stayed with my folks, we were playing a game of spades when my father complained of chest pain's and started falling to his knees. We then realize it was a heart attack and lifted him into my truck. On our way to the hospital his heart stopped and he stopped breathing he was dead we pounded and hollered to get him to come to and about a minute later he gasps in a breath of air. When we got him there it turned out that his widow maker artery was clogged 99% . But the biggest insult of all was right before he had stopped breathing we called the hospital and told them that we were coming to ER with a heart attack patient they said "do not bring him to ER Bring him to the waiting room we treat sickest patients first" after he stopped breathing and then came back to us I called the ER and said " **** you he just died on us we are bringing him in you better have a wheelchair ready" that was the day my father died and came back to life and is still alive today getting healthier and losing weight .