A Jogger Saved Mike Wise’s Life. Six Years Later, the Columnist Got to Repay Him.

By: Mike Wise | The Washington Post

Before their big day began, I kept telling myself the same thing, over and over. It’s not about you, it’s about them. It’s their moment. You need to be in control of your words and emotions at all times. You can’t lose it.

We had assembled before about 75 of their closest family and friends in front of the Havana-themed back room of the historic restaurant with its verdant tropical garden. On the Saturday before Labor Day in the Coconut Grove neighborhood of Miami, it was the radiant young bride, the handsome young groom with the jet-black thatch and beard and … me, the middle-aged bald minister who would marry them.