Huntingdads's Blog For Dads That Hunt With Their Kids

Dying is not so bad. . .

I died on May 19, 2008 of sudden cardiac arrest, a healthy athletic thirty-nine year old.  Fortunately, I was resuscitated with a defibrillator within minutes.  During my experience and recovery I focused my attention on what any man would focus his attention on:  what have I done in my life that matters?  The answer came to me quickly and it was surprising.  With all that I had accomplished in my life, athletic achievements, academic scholarships, Duke Law School and international corporate jobs, I realized that all I had ever done in my life that really mattered was spend time with my children.  It was the time I spent with my children without any distractions.  It was the time I had spent with them when they had nothing else to focus on but me and I had nothing else to focus on but them.  It was the time I had spent with them hunting. It was the time I had spent with them outdoors.