Ronald Webster-Bey aka Moorman
I am writing this article about the heart because I suffered a heart attack. I stopped taking my daily dose of Simvastatin (40mg) for my high cholesterol because the side effect was memory loss. This side effect impacted my memory so badly that I could no longer retain anything I read from books, newspapers, or any other literature. So, I decided to try herbs and oatmeal. Though I tried to replace the synthetic heart medicine with these natural remedies, I did not maintain a truly nutritious diet. For instance, I continued to eat things like cookies, ice cream and the wrong type of butter, which I now know are the foods that caused clotting in my proximal lad and mid lad heart arteries.
I was helping a friend move on March 5, 2014 to a new apartment. On my second trip to his apartment to bring his clothes I became short of breath and decided to take a break to get my breath back. There was no improvement so I went out side. I told the other movers to take the remaining clothes. I said my Moorish American prayer and drove to the V.A. Hospital where I went to the emergency room. My breathing was light like using only half of my lungs and my chest was hurting like a toothache. The nurse gave me an aspirin and later a nitrogen tablet, but the pain was too great for the aspirin and tablet to have an effect. The doctors had to put a stent implant in my proximal lad and the mid lad artery of my heart.
I have faith in God and on Thursday the six of March a nurse told me that a patient with a similar problem like mine died. I know that the doctors can do all they can to save you, but it’s up to God if you live or die. I spent two days in the ICU where normally patients stay five to seven days. I drove myself back home; there I began to hear surreal stories surfacing about my alleged demise.
I work in Potomac Gardens as a greeter. When someone first comes into the building, I am there to give directions and a friendly smile to anyone who needs it. After I didn’t show up for work at the usual time at 11 AM, my coworker asked a neighbor about me who informed her that my van was parked outside. Another neighbor has a similar colored van, so to clear up who the van belonged to, the coworker asked a maintenance person to check inside my apartment. The Washington Post newspaper was outside my door. He told me later that he thought that I had passed away inside the apartment.
To read more of the MOORMAN’s story check back next week.
what a great story. I am interested in reading the next release. You obviously have great courage to share a story about your personal health issues. i think you also have a sense, of what we do not know, about human inner strenght and our relationship with the Almighty.
I look forward to the following releases of this story.