Michael Bicks talks in the NY Times about the severe heart attack he suffered (and how Tim Russert, dead for almost a month now, practically saved his life):

This is one of those times that defines your life, like the death of a parent or the birth of a child. In a split-second, you cross the invisible “before and after” line and realize that nothing is ever going to be the same. For that moment my life had been removed from my hands. But I kept thinking, I’m supposed to be invulnerable. I’d passed a stress test, drank red wine, used a lot of olive oil, exercised like an insane person. This could not possibly be happening to me.

In the end, very, very lucky to have acknowledged the symptoms when he did.