I called Bryce at work. "My chest feels really tight and there are sharp pains when I move," I confessed. "I've looked up symptoms of a heart attack and I don't think that's the problem."
"You can't rule it out, though," he said. "You should probably go to the doctor."
"How embarrassing would that be if it turned out to be nothing," I asked glumly.
"How embarrassing would it be if you died?" Bryce countered. "You know, it could be anxiety."
There are some significant weights on our chests right now, that's for sure. "Man, I would be really annoyed it my body betrayed me like this as a reaction to stress," I said.
But guess what.
Right after he suggested it, and I accepted it, the pain disappeared.
Apparently life can be so big, so daunting, so burdensome . . . it can actually make you feel like you're going to meet your Maker.