The last thing Michael remembered before waking up in the hospital was running through the city streets and thinking about ways to build his company. Now he was lying on his back with wires and machines connected to his body as his wife, Sarah, sat by his side and a nurse stood over him.
âWhat am I doing here?â he asked groggily. âDid I get hit by a car or something?â
âYou passed out on your run,â answered Sarah, who was crying and shaking. In all the years she had known him, she couldnât recall him having more than a cold, never mind being in the hospital.
âHow? Why?â he asked.
âThatâs what the doctor is trying to figure out right now. Heâs reviewing your tests and should be in shortly,â the nurse said.
âI hope Iâm okay,â Michael said as he looked around the room and then at Sarah. She tried to smile and be reassuring but she couldnât. She was scared and expecting bad news.
Michael lifted his arm and felt a bandage and lump on his head. âHow did I get here?â
âThe ambulance brought you. Your head hit the ground pretty hard. The EMTs told us that a man saw you collapse and helped you. He used his shirt to stop the bleeding and called 911. He just might have saved your life.â
âWho was it?â
âThey didnât get his name. He just gave them that card sitting on your table.â
Sarah picked up the card and showed it to Michael. It was a simple plain white card with only the word Carpenter and a phone number in black, bold ink.
âNot much of a marketer,â Michael said, coming to his senses and regaining his usual humor.
Sarahâs nervousness turned to laughter as she shook her head. Even while in the hospital he was thinking about business. She was thankful, at least, that he was feeling more normal.
In that moment the doctor walked in and stood over Michaelâs bed. âWell, the good news is that you didnât have a heart attack like I had feared,â he said as he shook Michaelâs hand.
âHeart attack!â Michael exclaimed. âIâm too young to have a heart attack!â
âNot necessarily,â the doctor countered. âIn fact, your body is warning you that you better slow down and manage your stress or youâll experience the real thing before too long. Have you been under a lot of stress lately?â
Michael and Sarah looked at each other. âWe own a business,â Sarah said. âWeâve been building it together, and with two kids, itâs been a whirlwind.â
âWell I advise you to slow down,â the doctor said as he made eye contact with Michael. âNo business or success is worth your health and life. I want you to rest for a few weeks before heading back to work. It will do your heart and your head some good. You have a minor concussion as well. Nothing major or serious but we want your head to heal, too.â
Michael looked at Sarah. Rest was the last thing he needed with everything they had going on.
The doctor walked toward the door but before leaving the room he turned around and said, âYouâre lucky this was just a warning. I see people all the time who donât get a warning like this. Remember, life gives us warnings for a reason. Learn from this. Do things differently. Your health, kids, and future grandkids will be thankful you did.â
The next day Michael read and watched television at home as he tried to heed the doctorâs advice. He wouldnât tell Sarah, but he would rather die than rest. Besides, the thought of her running their business by herself was killing him. From the beginning they had done everything together, and no matter how much they had going on with their childrenâs school, sports, and activities, neither of them had missed a day of work until now. He knew Sarah was more than capable of running the business. She was the brains behind the software and services they sold, and also ran operations when Michael left early to coach their daughterâs youth basketball team, but he was the driving force behind their revenue and business growth, and the reason their company, Social Connect, had grown exponentially in the past year. He and Sarah had spent a number of years at different tech start-ups before venturing out on their own together. It was a scary feeling knowing that their future and family depended on Social Connect, and Michael was driven to make it a success.
But now his strongest character traitsâdrive, work ethic, and passionâwere affecting his health, and he had no idea what to do. He felt like a baseball pitcher told he could no longer use his fastball. He wanted to go back to work immediately, but Sarah wouldnât allow it. Youâll be divorced before that happens, she told him. âA few weeks wonât make or break our business, but it will make or break your health,â she said.
Unable to change Sarahâs mind, Michael spent his time pacing around the house, trying to relax and knowing he was failing miserably at it. He stopped in front of his flat-screen TV in the family room, sat on the couch, and thought of the entertainment center Sarah wanted to build. For the first time he could picture it. At first he thought of building it himself, but then laughed at the idea. His father had always said that Michael had better make a lot of money because he would need to hire people to fix things around the house. And Michael did something even better: He married a handy woman who could fix things. Her dad was a mechanic, her brothers were plumbers, and when something broke in the house, the kids went to her instead of him. Yet, building entertainment centers was beyond even her skill set.
Michael then thought of the carpenter who had saved him and remembered he had his card. I really should call to thank him, he thought. But what do you say to a stranger who saved your life? âHi. You saved my life. Can you build entertainment centers?â Michael found the card on the counter and decided he was just going to say thank you and ask him where he could send a gift. He called the number and after a few rings Michael heard the voice of the man who saved his life: âHi, Iâm not answering my phone right now because Iâm building kitchen cabinets at 111 Main Street. Iâm putting my heart and soul into these cabinets so I wonât be returning calls until Iâm finished with the job. Please know I will give the same attention and care to your work, as well. If you need to talk to me feel free to come by 111 Main Street during my lunch break at noon.â
Michael shook his head. A carpenter who doesnât say his name on his voicemail and wonât return calls to potential clients. How does he have any clients? Michael wondered. Not only does this guy need a new business card, he also needs a lot of help to build his business.
A few days later, after helping Sarah and the kids get ready for school in the morning, Michael took a slow walk in the park. It wasnât something he wanted to do. It was something Sarah made him do. The doctor advised him to do some light exercise to keep his blood flowing and also said he could do any of his normal activities, besides work, that didnât cause him stress. After walking, Michael grabbed a water bottle in the kitchen and saw the carpenterâs card still sitting on the counter. He looked at it for a few moments and decided it was time to say thank you in person.
Itâs not every day you get to meet the person who saved your life, Michael thought, as he sat in bumper-to-bumper city traffic. What if I donât like him? We know heâs a horrible marketer. What if he turns out to be a horrible person? Michael considered a number of possibilities as he passed the road construction that was causing the traffic, and decided the man deserved a thank you regardless of the kind of person he was. After all, itâs not every day you need someone to save your life.
At noon Michael pulled up to 111 Main Street, a large, beautiful, newly constructed home with a circular driveway packed with pick-up trucks. When he walked in the front door he saw a bunch of men painting the walls and ceiling as the sounds of hammering and sawing filled the air. He walked to the kitchen and noticed a dark-skinned man with shoulder-length brown hair. He was dressed in blue jeans, brown sandals, and a white t-shirt, and sat at the kitchen table eating lunch. When the man looked up and saw Michael, his eyes lit up. He ran toward him with a big smile and wrapped his arms around him. âMichael, itâs great to see you. You sure look a lot better than the last time I saw you,â he said before letting out a hearty laugh. âIâve been wondering how you were doing. What a nice surprise!â
âIâm doing well,â Michael said awkwardly. He was not a big hugger and didnât expect such a warm welcome from a stranger.
The carpenter stepped back and stared at Michaelâs forehead before placing his finger near the cut. âItâs healing well,â he said with a big, radiant smile. âIâm thankful to see that.â
âYeah, me too,â Michael said nervously. âI want to thank you for helping me that day.â
âOh it was nothing. You would have done the same for me,â said the carpenter as he walked back to the kitchen table and motioned for Michael to sit down with him.
âWhat exactly happened?â asked Michael.
âWell, it was really early and the sun was just coming up. I was walking to this job, which is how I get to all my jobs, and the next thing I know, I see you running, and thenâbam!âyou go down like s...