Introduction…

I am now known as a Cardiac Survivor.

I chose a blog platform to share my story of surviving what can be considered a life ending event, a Widow Maker Heart Attack, and how my current life has been changing. And as my current life’s story continues to evolve, I plan to reveal my younger life through the many memories from my youth which strengthened me, and I will add that I did not live a normal boyhood life growing up. Being a teenager in Las Vegas in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s was an experience that did challenge my emotional wellbeing to a point of non-existence. But I did survive and I have many absorbing stories to tell.

So, I am sharing my story of recovery and new beginnings after experiencing a life-changing event. While I am not sure my story will be of interest to anyone, I feel that sharing my story might help to encourage others to know that how you respond to a life-changing event will help you with your vision of where your future can go. Please join me in my journey of remembrance, recovery, change and new beginnings.

My story begins on November 3rd, 2023, and in 1961 when I was a young boy living in Western North Carolina.

DW Pruett

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  • Rocking Out…

    During the fall the two brothers and I learned that the band Chicago was coming to Las Vegas to do a New Years Eve concert. This was a band that we really liked. I asked my mom if she could get us tickets. She said that she would make some calls. I was very hopeful…

  • The Announcement…

    A couple of weeks after our return from vacation my wife suggested that we go to dinner. She said that she needs to talk with me about something. The tone in her voice tipped me off to what I should be expecting in the upcoming discussion we would be having. I knew that it was…

  • Chop Chop…

    After my sixteenth birthday I told my mom that I felt ready to go back to work. I needed money to buy supplies that I wanted for my culinary studies and for some other stuff that I would not confess too. My mom said that she would make some personal inquiries with her hotel connections.…

  • I’ve Been Drugged…

    In late summer my mom made a new friend at the hotel, and she had a teenage son my age. One weekend we were invited to their house so I could meet her son. I think my mom was trying to secretly help me make new friends. It was early in the fall and still…

  • Where’s Your Hair…

    Here we go again. Another wild memory from my teenage years. And this one was never something I would have ever imagined. I will say that in Las Vegas in the early 1970’s anything can happen. And I do mean anything. So, my mom and I have just relocated to our new trailer park, and…

  • Trailer On The Move…

    During the summer before I started high school, the two brothers and their mom moved to a different trailer park. The day they left was a moment that I did not welcome. My friends were moving and I could do nothing to change that. This made me very, very sad. While I knew that I…