May is a very significant month for me. My Mom was born May sixth. I had my heart attack May second, and Mom died May second of last year, on the third anniversary of my heart attack.

You see, in 1998 the doctors gave me only four to six months to live. Mom was already very sick with Alzheimers and didn't realize something had happened. We never told her. But for her to die on the day I had the attack, and, for me to find her in her death bed, must have been for a divine reason. This coming May will be the fourth anniversary of my extended life.