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MARTY TURNED INTO THE WALL. HE TOOK 37 STITCHES ACROSS HIS FACE, A BROKEN TAILBONE, BROKEN RIBS, AND TWO BLACK EYES. “If Marty hadn’t turned into the wall, it’s highly likely I might not be here today.” — Richard Childress Marty Robbins had two seconds to decide. Five years earlier, in 1969, he’d had his first heart attack. Doctors told him three major arteries were blocked and gave him a year to live without an experimental new procedure. He became one of the first men in history to undergo a triple bypass — and three months after surgery, he was back behind the wheel of a NASCAR stock car. He sang at the Grand Ole Opry from 11:30 to midnight. He raced at 145 mph on weekends. He had sixteen #1 country hits. He wrote “El Paso.” His doctors begged him to stop racing. He didn’t. At the Charlotte 500 on October 6, 1974, a young driver named Richard Childress — the man who would later own Dale Earnhardt’s #3 car — sat dead in his stalled vehicle, broadside across the track. Marty was coming up behind at 160 mph. He could T-bone Childress and probably kill him. Or he could turn into the concrete wall. The scar between his eyes never faded — he carried it for the rest of his life. Richard Childress went on to build one of the most legendary teams in NASCAR history. What does a man owe a stranger — when he has two seconds, a wall on his right, and his own life already running on borrowed time? – Country Music
A SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL TOOK A BUS TO NASHVILLE WITH NO MONEY TO STAY — 1948. Her name wasn’t Patsy yet. She was Virginia Hensley, a drugstore counter girl from Winchester, Virginia. Her father had walked out the year before. Her mother sewed dresses by hand to feed three kids. A man named Wally Fowler heard her sing one night and told her she belonged on the Grand Ole Opry stage. So Ginny got on a bus. She sang on Roy Acuff’s WSM Dinner Bell program. The Opry executives listened. Then they told her she wasn’t ready for big-time country radio. No contract. No offer. No money to stay another night. She rode the bus home and went back to the drugstore counter. Back to the poultry plant. Back to the bus terminal. Back to singing in Moose Lodges in Brunswick, Maryland, for tip jars. It would take nine more years and a stage name — Patsy — before America heard her again on Arthur Godfrey’s Talent Scouts. There is one thing she said to her mother the night she came home from Nashville with empty pockets — and her mother never repeated it to anyone until 1985. – Country Music
THE SONG HE WROTE FOR THE WOMAN WHO MARRIED HIM WHEN HE HAD NOTHING — AND WAS STILL WAITING AT HOME 22 YEARS LATER WHILE HE COLLECTED THE GRAMMY THAT BORE HER NAME In 1948, this artist was a skinny ex-Navy kid in Glendale, Arizona, with no record deal and nothing to offer. Marizona Baldwin was a young woman who had told friends she wanted to marry a singing cowboy — half-joking, half-hoping. He walked into her life, and before that year ended, they were married. No fame, no money. Just a guitar and a promise. She raised their two children through the lean years. She moved with him to Nashville in 1953 when he chased the Grand Ole Opry. She held the house together through the rise, the road, the heart attack in 1969 — and somewhere in the middle of all that, he sat down and wrote her a song. It was not clever. It was not dressed up. It was a plain man saying everything a husband would want to say to a wife — including a verse asking God to give her his share of heaven, because he believed she had earned it more than he ever could. In a 1978 interview, he said simply: “I wrote it for my wife, Marizona. My wife is everything I said in that song. It’s a true song.” The track hit number one on the Billboard country chart, crossed into the pop top 50, and won him the 1970 Grammy for Best Country Song. Just four days after its release, he became one of the first patients in America to undergo open-heart surgery. Every time he sang it on stage, he wasn’t reaching for a character. He was singing the only true love letter he ever wrote, to the woman who had bet on him before anyone else did. – Country Music
HE SURVIVED TWO HEART ATTACKS, A TRIPLE BYPASS, AND A LIFE OF NASCAR RACING — BUT ON DECEMBER 8, 1982, MARTY ROBBINS’ BORROWED TIME FINALLY RAN OUT. Country music legend Marty Robbins passed away on December 8, 1982, at St. Thomas Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee. He was just 57 years old. His death came six days after an eight-hour quadruple bypass surgery, following a massive heart attack on December 2 — the fourth of his life. In his final days, Robbins was kept alive by life-support systems while his family kept vigil. He had lived with cardiovascular disease since 1969 and was one of the earliest patients ever to receive bypass surgery. Just two months before his death, in October 1982, he had been inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame — a final honor he was able to witness. Earlier that same year, Robbins walked into a Nashville studio for what would become his last major recording session. He laid down the title track for a Clint Eastwood film about a fading country singer making one last record before time ran out — a role Robbins also played on screen, in his final film appearance. The song became a posthumous Top 10 hit, the haunting closing chapter of a career that produced 16 number-one country singles and the first Grammy ever awarded to a country song. – Country Music
HE COULD HAVE WON THE RACE. INSTEAD, HE DROVE INTO A CONCRETE WALL AT 145 MILES PER HOUR TO SAVE THE MAN AHEAD OF HIM.He wasn’t supposed to be a racer. He was country music’s golden voice. The man who sang El Paso. The man Johnny Cash himself called the greatest country singer who ever lived.Born Martin Robinson in Glendale, Arizona, one of nine children in a poverty-stricken household. He picked cotton before school just to save coins for Gene Autry movies.Then in 1959, he wrote a Western ballad four minutes and forty seconds long. Twice the length of any normal hit. Columbia Records told him to cut it. Radio programmers said no station would play it.Marty looked them dead in the eye and said: “No.”El Paso hit number one on both country and pop charts. Two Grammys. Sixteen number-one hits.But records weren’t enough. He bought a stock car. He started racing on weekends — sometimes finishing a NASCAR race and sprinting across town in his fire suit to sing on the Grand Ole Opry the same night. In 1974, on a high-speed straightaway, another driver’s car stalled directly in front of him. Marty had a clear path around it. Instead, he yanked the wheel hard right and slammed himself into the concrete wall to spare the man ahead.Two months after his fourth heart attack and being inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame, he was gone at 57.Some men race to the finish line. The unforgettable ones swerve into the wall to save someone else’s.What he told a reporter about that crash, days before he died, tells you everything about who he really was. – Country Music

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