Kuala Lampur, June 3 -- I've spent most of my adult life building things. Businesses, brands, homes, arguments. Always chasing - the next goal, the next deal, the next piece of validation in a world that measures worth by margins and milestones. But this past week, watching my mother fight for her life in a small hospital in northern Sri Lanka, I was reminded of something I had forgotten: not all heroes chase.

It began in Kumulamunai. A heart attack. A real one. Silent but severe. My mother - diabetic, hypertensive, and until that moment, unstoppable - suffered what doctors later described as a near-total occlusion. A 99 per cent block in the right circumflex artery. She had been slipping quietly into danger for days. No textbook symptom...