On Friday, March 13th, 2015, my wife asked me to call an ambulance. I had just returned from morning classes at the University of Saskatchewan. My wife, Doris, had awoken with a happy I'm feeling good today comment. Thank God it's Friday, (TGIF), I thought as the weekend loomed large. I would be at TAPS sports bar with my friend Mo for a relaxing night of sports betting on race horses. Simulcast horseracing was in Mo and my blood. Friday night was the ultimate in social events for Mo and I. The ambulance came with its siren screaming. Two paramedics came running up the sidewalk with an oxygen machine. I had called 911 and they had assumed heart attack. I was panicked and my wife was calm but later she told me that she didn't remember a thing. The ride in the ambulance to the university hospital was just a fog for my wife Doris. At the emergency ward, the nurses and doctors did endless tests of blood samples, blood pressure readings, electro-cardiograms, and temperature takes with a thermometer. Finally after four to five hours the call was made to place Doris on the sixth floor in the coronary unit. Thirteen days of visiting and hoping that all would end well. Bad news awaited me as I was going to school at the university on the seventeenth day. My dear wife was heading to CCU in the basement. CCU is the Coronary Care Unit. It is an intensive care unit for heart patients. Another 12 days of endless visits as my wife hung between life and death. Things would get worse and things would get better almost hourly. Finally Doris was sent back to the sixth floor to a single room with a view of the Saskatchewan River. The ducks and geese were back and spring was in the air. After another six days we were back together at home. Oxygen tanks and an oxygen machine with an air tube were attached to Doris 24/7. The care called for was 24/7. I continued to go to school and write my exams as Doris struggled with COPD. COPD can be caused my rheumatoid arthritis (RA) medication so the doctors at RUH discontinued the medication for RA. It is/was a no win situation as the RA returned. However life goes on. Life is a struggle. Loved ones need love and care. Mostly love...then care! Who wants to live in an institution without the love that comes from home. Home, what a beautiful word. So many of our Indian elders end up in care homes...receive 100% care...but they miss the love...of home. What did I learn? I learned a lot about compassion and unselfishness. We always want to put ourselves first, someone else second, another person third, and so on. Putting our needs in second place is what a life of service to others is. I found out something about life at 62. I prayed a lot too. Prayer and hope go together. Without prayer there can not be hope. Prayer is a connected thought to a higher power. Prayer is a plea that is followed often by a release of mental pressure. Great Spirit, Lord, Manitou, Jesus, Father, God, please help me in my hour of need. Amen.