Last Tuesday my dad was playing racquetball, which his cardiologist had forbidden, when he collapsed in the gym. I get a phone call from his cousin that something was wrong with him. I fly over to the gym and find an ambulance and fire truck outside. Right away my heart sank. I thought this time it was it for sure. It hadn't even been a year since his massive heart attack. Long story short, he's back home since yesterday and hopefully this time he will heed his doctor's advice. The one thing that was amazing as the outpouring of love and prayers we got. He had a whole group of guys from his church come to see him, and to pray with the family. That meant the world to us. Yesterday I spent a little time with him at home till my mom got home to take care of him. Wow. It was harder than taking care of my 3 kids. The dude was all over the place. You'd never know he was 63 and had 2 heart attacks. So hopefully I will NEVER have to post a thread like this again.