How burst pulmonary arteries opened my eyes to the gift of an ordinary life in Jesus. There are golden days. Days which glow in our memories with a warm amber; days that etch themselves onto our hearts and pump life through our bodies; days that, when we close our eyes, we can see flash before us, like photo slides in old projectors. The day I almost died was one of those days. Almost. I can close my eyes and picture my wife, Aislinn, smiling over our morning coffee.