One day my dad was sick. It was late at night and he was having trouble breathing. So he went to the hospital. My mom and I were asleep so we didn't know. When My mom woke up there was a note on the table that my dad had wrote. It said that he was at the hospital. My mom called the hospital. The hospital said that his heart rate had gone done to 35 and he almost died. If he hadn't gone to the hospital he would have died in two hours. There was fluid around his heart. He stayed in the hospital for a week. My grandma and aunt came from Indiana to see him the minute they found out what had happened. That was two years ago. Now he is fine and hasn't had any trouble with breathing since.