#055 Never the Same Man part 1 with Richard Moore

Never the same man, part 1, with Paul chatting with cardiac arrest survivor Richard Moore on his event, recovery and journey to healing though the creation of a book - "Never the same man." This volume captures the words and images that enabled him to communicate with his family how he was feeling. Finding creative writing, first through scrambled thoughts on scraps of paper and then into fully formed poems, Richard has captured many of the thoughts and fears, trials and tribulations of being a cardiac arrest survivor. The book is co-authored with his father, David Moore, who is interviewed in the second part and conducted many of the dialogues that went into forming the core of the book. This episode contains several of Richards read by the author, and they can also be seen in video form on Richard's YouTube channel.Building a manWhere once, a stone of a man had stood, left now is a broken body, a heart no goodA fall from a place so safe and warm, into the depths where only the buzzards swarm.Into a dark that no one knows, a journey to where, not even sea foam blows.Where the wind and trees don’t get to dance.The seeds that are planted don’t stand a chance.Absent of stars, moon or sky, where odds are stacked and the wager, high.A hollow void where this man shouldn’t be, laid out so bare, for all to see.Alone and helpless sinking inside, reaching, gasping, no more alive.Calm and peace allowing to rest, the sand of time no longer compressed.A weight now lifted, drifting away, this is my place and here I must lay.But within that depth lies a sound that speaks.A drum that beats and refuses defeat.A pulse with no rhythm that started to dance, a song with no words played completely by chance.A hand on my chest, whispers come now, don’t rest.The people I love all put to the test.Life being forced, driven and pressed, do what you can and what ever is best.Next a bolt, thrown at might, thunder charges, angels they fight.Laying claim to a body where they posses no right.The devil he hounds for his pound of flesh, must pay the toll man to get out of this mess.Eyes start to flutter showing signs of a spark, lost in the woods, enough of the dark.Now here lies a man made of stents and stone, glass legs and twisted chest bone.A memory so broken that plays on repeat, a muscle repaired that struggles to beat.Palms held out and feeling for life, the calm of a voice, the warmth of a wife.The storm, now settled and rumbles no more, leaving a man washed up on the shore.A puppet propped up unable to stand, stumbling, falling and needing your hand.A child again, the world has turned, back to the start, this life must be earned.Now the game starts of building a man.The board is set and the dice have ran.All the same pieces, but never the same man.See Richard's YouTube Channel for more of his poems and videosPurchase the book at neverthesameman.co.uk – Never The Same ManRecorded and edited by Paul Swindell, 2025 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.