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Prominent California Health Insurance agent Matt Lockard delivers testimonial for hero, who recognized the signs of a heart attack in the nick of time to save the life of an inebriated centenarian who happened to be the agent’s beloved great-great-grandmother.

Graeme Greeme was first and foremost a designated driver on that fateful New Year’s Eve. Flossie L. Taylor, age 106, had been imbibing single malt Scotch for the simple reason that she still could, and was “drunk as a skunk,” in her own slurred words, as she prepared to get behind the wheel of her silver Porsche for the drive home at 10:45 p.m. He’d been hired for the expressed purpose of “driving Miss Flossie,” as she was now called, but aside from the ancient lady’s typical alcohol-induced stupor, Mr. Greeme noticed something seriously amiss. Although her lightheadedness was less than obvious under the circumstances, all of the other signs, the cold sweats, vomiting, chest discomfort, neck pain, and shortness of breath – were linked inexorably to Poe’s Telltale Heart, as well as Flossie’s. “I’m having a heart attack,” the ancient Miss Taylor managed. Her words were the giveaway. Instead of “home,” their destination became the nearest hospital emergency room. The expensive car became a silver bullet. Graeme Greene’s prompt action saved Miss Flossie’s life. Her words, although uttered through spurting phlegm-coated bubbles of fine whisky, had proved prophetic.

At the Last Lutheran Church of Oxnard, her great-great-grandson, Matt Lockard, who happened to be a California Health Insurance agent with an office in Ventura, spoke a few words in recognition of Graeme Greeme’s selfless and timely act. Lockard’s voice, a slender baritone, was choked with emotion. “Tonight we are honoring a hero. Not only did this man save my great-great grandmother’s life by recognizing the signs of a heart attack and swiftly getting her to the nearest ER where she was thankfully covered due to a Medicare Advantage policy that she’d purchased from me many years ago, but he also did it safely while traveling at a high rate of speed through city traffic in that death trap meant for the racetrack that she owns.” He flashed his beloved ancient relative a withering look, but as usual she gazed back at her younger relative with a disconcerting centenarian’s smirk. Still, waves of applause reverberated through the church. As for Mr. Graeme Greeme, he smiled a hero’s grin, knowing that it was all part of “driving Miss Flossie.”