When I left the house at around 11:00 am on October 22, 1999, I had two chores to run. I needed to go by the bank and make a small deposit and I needed to go by the library and check on a book the library said was over due and my wife was sure she had returned. I stopped at the bank first to make the deposit. I was standing in front of the teller cage and the cashier had ask me if there was anything else. I couldn't answer. My arms were tingling and the tingling began to feel fluid, moving from my left wrist through my chest to my right arm down to my elbow. My first thought was 'what's happening to me?' Then I thought how funny, the pain going down to my left wrist and only to my right elbow. It would be more balanced if it went down to my right wrist. The cashier asked if I was alright. The pressure in my chest was so heavy I could hardly speak. I wanted to say, 'thank you', but nothing came out. Finally, I said, "I need to sit down a minute" and I backed up to a chair against the wall. I sit there about a minute until I began to feel normal. People were staring at me. I walked to the car and I sat there two or three minutes until I felt better and the pressure was gone. I drove to the library thinking, 'I think that was a heart attack or was it gas’? I drove the short distance to the library. Inside, I inquired where the book would be had it been checked in properly. The area was pointed out to me and I walked that direction. I was beginning to feel abnormal again. My left arm began tingling and I‘m having some difficulty breathing. I could feel some chest pressure and my left arm was hurting. I looked at the shelves and I could not read anything, I couldn't focus my eyes. I sit down at a nearby table. A Librarian I knew well, walked by and spoke to me. She then asked, 'are you alright? You look terrible.' I wanted to laugh. I told her I'd be okay in a minute. Shortly she came back by and said, 'I think I need to call Ann.' I told her, 'Ann couldn't do anything, I have the car.' She said, "I think I should call an ambulance." She left and I realized I was probably having a heart attack and needed to go home and get an aspirin. I didn't want to become a public spectacle in the library. I walk to my car and with some difficulty, drove home. The lanes seem to narrow and I had trouble judging distance between me and cars in front of me. The Librarian did call Ann and Ann called our daughter who was home by the time I arrived. I was feeling a little dragged out, but breathing better with little to no chest pressure. I was feeling much better now. My daughter took my blood pressure and told me, "Dad, you're all unstable, you're having a heart attack." Ann got me an aspirin. My daughter called her hospital where she was on the staff at the School of Nursing. She said she was bringing her dad there with heart attack systems to get him stabilized, then they could send him over to Methodist Hospital' (where heart patients were handled). I had a ninety-nine percent blockage in one artery and 60 percent in another. They don't deal with sixty per centers. I had a second heart attack in the hospital after a stint was put in place. They said I had some left ventricle damage but I was lucky I made it to the hospital; who knows. So far I'm doing well. I'm on a full dose aspirin regimen and everything is now normal with my ticker. The book I was looking for when this happened we later found in the house. I returned it and paid a fine. All this happened some fifteen years ago.