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A helicopter nearly decapitated him, and he almost drowned. He did it for his art. He did it for what he loved. He did it for Waterworld.

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A Change of Heart by Raymond Gory from the Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, October 2012 edition.

Not many people get a second chance at life. Most of them just seem to disappear when they die,

leaving nothing behind but worn memories and a hole in the lives of the people who loved them.

I guess you could say I'm one of the lucky ones, though I don't feel lucky.

This new life of mine is prolonged by little more than hope and drugs, lots of drugs.

Cyclosporine and azothioprene,

tachrylamus and dachlysmob, and I-S-A-T-X-247, the latest, greatest, and most expensive.

Plus, a variety of steroids and anti-hypertensives, not to mention the occasional laxative,

to counteract the side effects of all the other drugs.

My kitchen cabinet looks like grandpa's medicine chest.

It's hard to believe I'm only 40.

But the thing is, I have the heart of a much older man.

He gave it to me a little over a year ago.

I'd always considered myself something of an athlete.

I played sports through high school and went out for track in college

and kept right on running even after the academy.

I stayed active, watched my cholesterol,

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