I learned a very valuable lesson about a year ago when my grandpa had a heart attack. It was September 2007, I came home from school, and my mom got a phone call from my uncle. My grandparents (I call them Nana and Nanu- it's Italian for grandma and grandpa) just got off a plane in Milwaukee from Las Vegas. When they were claiming their baggage, my grandpa collapsed and went into cardiac arrest. Amazingly, a doctor was standing right next to him and started performing CPR right away. There was also a defibrillator close by, and they brought him back to life. Those first few nights, we weren't sure if he was going to make it. My dad and I drove to Milwaukee almost every weekend to see him in the hospital until he got better. It's a year later now, and my Nanu is doing better than ever. He's lost over 50 pounds, he exercises every day, and he eats really heathy now. When I look back now, I know that God definitely was watching over him.  I learned that you should never take someone you love for granted, and that miracles happen.

(I posted on Kelly Rice's blog)