Recovering from a heart attack is an emotional experience. I find myself tearing up when friends come through the door. I'm teary thinking about all of the calls I've received; some completely unexpected, from people long alienated, who step forward to wish me well.
Christopher Hitchens, the brilliant cultural critic was a prominent atheist. As he was dying of cancer, he was told that people were praying for him. He responded: "If it makes them feel good, that's fine with me." I was asked my religion at the hospital and I said I was an atheist. But, if the spiritual shows up, and it has, like Hitchens, that's okay too.
The men who work in my garage are from Africa. They are a lovely group. My favorite is Clement. Every Sunday, when I come down for my car, I joke with him about the church services he plays. I tell him my Sunday dose of Jesus is keeping me "saved" for the week. He knows I really like the music, and he's right.
When I told Clement I was home from a heart attack, he took my hand and looked me straight in the eye. "You are fine now, you are fine," he said quietly.
I believe him.