Inspired Heart New Beginnings

a personal story blog about

Surviving My Widow Maker Heart Attack and My Recovery

My New Beginnings, New Life Goals, Lifestyle Changes, including My Life Remembered: The Younger Years

My Story Begins at the First Blog Post:

Some Background… posted August 26, 2024

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I have now posted over 80 story vignettes on my website. Many of my vignette writings exceed the common “less than 1,000 word count” typically presented in this writing style. My writings have been evolving over time and I am proud of this evolution. I have now recognized that there are many potential publishing projects developing in this website, both in the fiction and non-fiction genres.

Should I consider actively seeking Literary Agent representation?

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The Response…

“911, PLEASE HOLD” WTF… Are you kidding me!  My neighbor came out of her front house door and looked around frantically to see where I might be. I could see her standing on the front stoop as she spotted me on the ground. Once she saw me she quickly ran over. When she did get to where I was laying she asked me what was wrong. I said “I don’t know” and handed her my phone telling her that I was now talking with 911 emergency services and they were asking questions. Remember, I was a bit dazed, laying on the ground with my energy slowly leaving my body, not knowing what was happening. She took the phone and placed her hand on my torso to comfort me. Her touch sent an energy through my body that is difficult to describe. You could say her touch, and the transfer of her energy into my body, might have been a force that only certain special people muster when a life is important. I remember the 911 operator asking her about any symptoms she was observing, one being was I nauseous and at that very moment I threw up. I heard the 911 operator say that Fire Rescue was on the way. My wife had called some of our other neighbors to see if they were home and could find me. Other neighbors began to arrive where I was to see how they could help. The 911 operator asked if anyone had baby aspirin. I said I had some in the kitchen cabinet. Several neighbors ran to my house and began searching. My neighbors’ husband was searching their house for baby aspirin since they have three kids. No one found any baby aspirin. I failed to mention that the aspirin I had was low dose which is the same as baby aspirin. I began to hear the sirens in the distance and they were getting louder.

The fire truck arrived first. I saw them park and gather their equipment from the position I was laying in on the ground. They walked to where I was and proceeded to ask more questions. From what I remember, two of the fire department respondents came to me and moved me to my back. They then lifted my shirt and placed several sticky pads on my chest and hooked me to a monitor. The paramedics arrived shortly after this. They immediately came over with their equipment and began asking my neighbor questions. They asked me a couple of questions and then apologized for the need to remove the first sticky pads and then applied their sticky pads and hooked me to their monitors. I heard comments in the background about the readouts and something about my heart. They lifted me to the stretcher and proceeded to move me to the ambulance, no time being wasted. My neighbor asked if she could go with me to the hospital and was told that if she went she would have to ride in the front and could not be with me in the back or in the ER. I think she was in a bit of shock to what was happening as well as all of the neighbors. I told her to stay home with her husband. I was quickly put into the ambulance. I will tell you that at this point I felt her energy still with me, but I was truly scared and thought to myself “will I be able to come home, ever”. We departed for the hospital…

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