When Pride Becomes a Matter of Life and Death: The Shocking Truth Behind Embarrassment
If it was a major heart attack, we would have to tell everyone, but I’d frame it within other truths. I have been hard on my body. I blew out my shoulder close-grip benching three hundred pounds but still made the lift, and I tore my quadriceps in a softball game but refused to stop playing. It was only fitting that I had a heart attack the night before I collected honeybees and led two forced marches through the woods. Somehow documenting how I destroyed my own body through effort was less emasculating than admitting my body might be killing me over bad choices.
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