On March 31, 2014, two young men suddenly appeared in a dark alley in Pittsburgh. Their subsequent encounter with my partner, Allen, changed our lives forever. It turns out Pittsburgh is a pretty good place to have a massive heart attack. But for these two strangers, Allen would undoubtedly have died that night.
We hear it far too often: A young athlete collapses and dies, their youth and athleticism proving to be a cruel camouflage for a time bomb ticking within their seemingly-invincible body. Sadder still is the realization that thousands of more youngsters meet similar fates without warranting headlines.