 I was talking to my son, trying to get to the hospital. Actually, I was driving on the interstate when it happened. I was praying, Lord, let me get to the hospital. I was on 240 on the north end. I said, let me try to make it to Methodist University. By the grace of God, I made it. I'm good. It wasn't a stroke. It wasn't a heart attack. It was something dealing with my esophagus. I'm blessed for that.