Sunday, March 11, 2018

I Don't Know Why Bullies Exist I Wish I Did

Yesterday was my birthday and for the first time, I liked/loved or commented to everyone who took the time to wish me happy birthday. That was a lot. It was well over 400 people! Most of the people were folks I know in Detroit, back home. While thanking people I noticed 4 people who are now my Facebook friends once bullied me as a child. They bullied me because I was dark skinned; bullied me because my grandmother pressed my hair too straight; bullied me because I was smart and wouldn't play with them on the playground. You name it. I'm sure they felt bullying me was no big deal and they had their reasons for not liking me. For the first time in a long time, I remembered what it felt like to be scared to walk home from school because my bullies might catch me and make me run home to safety. Or that thiey might be waiting for me in an alley I had to pass to get home. I'm 57 now, and that was a long long time ago. Just imagine a child today being bullied. They live in fear daily, not knowing if they will get beat up for no reason yet knowing they have to go to school or wherever regardless. That child is very brave even though he/she is frightened to death on the inside. What helped me was my family. My uncle and I would talk daily, he helped me grow confidence so I could learn to love me for me. Those talks made me feel good when I was at home, with family. But the real test came when I had to go to school the next day. I thank God for my uncle and his love for me. We still talk, he still wishes me happy birthday every year. I don't have the answers, but I know one thing, we have to have those hard, honest conversations with our kids. Have those conversations in love, not in condemnation. I'm sorry for this long post, but I was feeling this today and I hope you understand. I thank God for who he has made me. I love Him for loving me so much!!

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

How To Get Through Discouraging Times: My Testimony

It's so easy to become discouraged in life. Especially when you've have done everything to fix problems in your life but they still remain broken. Perspective, how you look at things, no matter how bleak, can change the outcome of your situations. For instance, money is low, rent, car note, light bill, need to be paid. But you only have enough money to pay 1 or 2 of them. You're not making enough money on your job so you're always coming up short. Discouragement and disappointment set in, and all of a sudden we find ourselves worrying uncontrollably. That's never good. I try to walk as close as possible to Jesus as I can. This morning I was talking to God, trying to get some wisdom and understanding to my situation. I've been out of work since October, and my job search hadn't yielded anything. I had even begun applying for jobs in Florida! Everyday I applied for 5-10 different sales jobs and nothing, just plain ole crickets! Now last week I interviewed at a Marketing company downtown for a position as a Social Media Marketing Partner (what I have my degree in.) I felt good about the interview and I loved the culture of the company! So the company sent me an assessment -- you know the ones that ask you the same question 50 different times 5 different ways. It's like a psychology assessment to see just how crazy you really are! Well that assessment frustrated me! It was 75 minutes long and my mind felt like spaghetti halfway through the process! I called my sister and ranted as long as she allowed, but she calmed me down and I began to look at another perspective of the situation.
So last night before I went to bed I finished the assessment. Mind you I didn't feel I had done well. This morning as I was reading a Bible Study article on "5 Ways to Stop Discouragement from Getting The Best of You," my phone rang. It was the company I interviewed with last week inviting me for a final interview! I am so happy! Because I know it's all in God's hands and I gave it to him 3 months ago when I started this journey. The training class starts next Monday, so I believe God's will be done not my will. This scripture reminds me of Paul's sojourn: He says, “Therefore we do not lose heart.… So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal” (2 Corinthians 4:8–18). Paul never minimized the pain of the temporal, yet discouragement didn’t win because he knew that God’s purposes were at work. I won't deny, being a Christian requires us to be a soldier, and a soldier's life is not easy. Just because we tell God, "I will," does not mean our lives will be free of troubles, quite the contrary. It's not that we'll be free of troubles, but it's how we get through those troubles that makes the difference. I thank you Lord for all you continue to do in my life, in my family's life, my friends life. I don't know what I would do without you.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Wild Turkey by Day, Superhero by night!

I once dreamed of being a screenwriter all because I have a super active imagination. Here is an idea I came up with for a stop action animated short film. Maybe I'll do it on YouTube I don't know. Here is one scene of Frank W. (Wild) Turkey. Frank is a Wild Turkey who is tired of turkeys being slaughtered every year for Thanksgiving Day meals. He has decided to save all the turkeys who are too dumb to save themselves. With his band of animals who serve various roles, Frank has a showdown with his nemesis Farmer Dell. Check it out let me know what you think.

Frank W. (Wild) Turkey

Dialogue only Screenplay

SCENE: Farmer Dell (Antagonist) and Frank W. Turkey (Protagonist) square off in a cornfield at night. Farmer Dell hears a loud ruckus outside his living room window and grabs his shotgun and goes to investigate. He finds his nemesis, Frank W. Turkey, only Frank isn’t alone.

EXT. Cornfield outside of living room window – NIGHT


FRANK: Hello Farmer Dell…

FARMER DELL:  Frank, is that you? I told you never to step foot on my land ever again!

FRANK: We have a score to settle. I’m going to ask you once and only once, let my Turkeys go!

FARMER DELL: Frank you’re crazy. I told you before, these Turkeys are made for eatin’. This is my livelihood, and you or no other wild, ugly black Turkey is gonna tell me what to do. Now get off my land before I blast ya’ off!

FRANK: Ahhh Farmer Dell, Farmer Dell. You have yet to learn. You see, shooting me would only expedite my plan. We’re going to leave your land, but understand, I won’t ask you again to let my Turkeys go. The next time we meet, it won’t be on such cordial terms. You have no right to enslave turkeys no more than I have a right to enslave you and your family.

FARMER DELL: Wait, is that a threat Frank? Are you threatening me and my family? With what? You gone peck us to death?

FRANK: I wouldn’t threaten you, actually Dell, a threat is too good for you. Instead I’m gone promise you this, our next get together won’t be so nice. It will be like a thief in the night, and you won’t know what hit you.

FARMER DELL: Oh yeah, like the time you stole that broken down mill wagon and tried to kidnap my Turkeys. That was so funny, me and Farmer Grey still talk and laugh about it. Frank when are you gone get it through your simple, little brainless head, that this is the cycle of life.

(This is just one scene from the Turkey Chronicles. Want to help me shoot this, and make The Turkey Chronicles a reality? Comment below or call me at 314-922-0106.)

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

New Job Listings 2018

Thursday, December 7, 2017

They’re Driving My Car!

Never in my life have I experienced the kind of pure love as I did with my kids. Truly they taught me how to love on a level that I didn’t know existed. Now that’s the good part. Let me tell you of the day I woke up to find them driving my car! Just to set your mind right, they were 12 and 10 year olds.

         I was so sick that I had to drive myself to the Emergency Room. My boss had allowed me to leave work early because I was feverish and short of breath. It was the worst feeling in the world to struggle to breathe. Even my chest began to hurt when I tried to cough. A proverbial elephant was sitting on my chest preventing the simplest in and out task of breathing.

         The ER doctor told me had I waited an hour longer I would have died. I was diagnosed with Bronchial Pneumonia.  My temperature was 101 and I actually felt like I was dying. So after getting my prescriptions filled I went directly to bed. I put my oldest Warren Jr. in charge and told him if I wasn’t awake in 2 hours, wake me up so I could try to make dinner. Putting him in charge was probably a mistake. I should have called my mom to come get them, but I decided that I could handle this on my own.  Big mistake.

         I had a Toyota Camry and for those who know the horns on them sound different than a domestic vehicle. The antibiotics and cough medicine with codeine had knocked me out. I remember dreaming strange things like hearing my car horn blow. Surely this had to be a dream, but then I heard it again, yet this time I woke up. The medicine was working; I hadn’t coughed anymore, and had actually begun to sweat while sleeping. My temperature had also dropped to almost normal.

         I was still weak I had to hold onto the nightstand to make my way to my bedroom window. When I did my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. My kids were driving my car up and down the street! They weren’t going fast, but my Warren Jr. was driving, while Shawn was doing the Princess Di wave. Each time Shawn would wave, Jr. would blow the horn. So I wasn’t dreaming! I got angry and swore to myself I would kill those two. They were always coming up with shenanigans that made me a better parent. The only problem was I didn’t want to be educated in parenthood in this manner!

         Instead of killing them, I called my mother and asked her could she come get her grandchildren before they became non-existent of this earth.  Then I somehow walked down the stairs, made it to the front door and with as much strength as I could muster, I hollered their names. When they saw me standing at the front door, the looks on their faces was priceless. Jr. slowly pulled the car into the driveway and shut it off. They looked at each other seeking to figure out how to place the blame for their latest scheme. 

         In hindsight I can laugh at that day because no one was hurt, and the police weren’t called. My mother and sister eventually rescued my kids from harm and took them away to their house.  At that moment I was relieved that Jr. and Shawn didn’t get hurt, they didn’t cause harm to anyone else, and I could really get some rest so I could heal. But those kids are my life. Jr. is deceased now, but the 23 years he was here I was blessed with his presence. Shawn is now a married woman and her life stories are still just as comical. I love my life!

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

I Am A Domestic Violence Survivor

(This is an excerpt from my upcoming book "Out of Bondage.")

I don’t know what I said during the interim of me trying to get him off me and to even stop him from hitting me. I’m quite sure I was vocalizing something, I just can’t remember what it was. After he slapped and I somehow wrestled my arms out of his grip because at that point he was hitting me with his fists. He was real crafty with how he would beat me. He would never beat me where I would have a black eye, or busted nose or busted lip. He would always hit me with his fists about my body. He would hit me with his fists all in my head—and God is great because I could have been killed at any point with the blow to the right part of my head. If he had hit me in my temple I would have died probably. Like I said about my body, where I would be bruised up and all that kind of thing. And just so you know, I used to be an athlete. I used to play softball, volleyball, tennis, I swam. I was pretty athletic so I was very, very limber. So with him hitting me and having me held down like that, I managed to get up. I was smaller. I only weighed at that time 129 lbs, and here was this man, 6’1” / 6’2”, probably weighed every bit of 185, 190, he was hitting me like I was a man. You know. I knew I had to get up from there and I didn’t think anything at that time but to get free and to stop this whatever was going on.

     And we lived in a framed house. I wasn’t brick or anything like that, and it wasn’t two stories. It was simply a one-story home. There were two windows in our bedroom. One window was at the head of the bed right by the closet, and the other one was at the foot of the bed, on the opposite wall of the door. I don’t know what got into me, it was a hot night, I jumped out the window. I didn’t jump from a glass window, I jumped through the screen. The window was pulled up and, I don’t know, I kicked the screen out or something. I don’t really remember how I got out that window, but I got out that window before he could get me or came back in the room. I think—now that I remember correctly—he got off me for some reason and went to the bathroom as if everything was normal and I remember running down the street and not stopping. My ex-mother-in-law lived a few miles from us, and I remember, that was the only place in my mind I knew where somebody that I knew was close to me that could possibly help me. Because you know when you’re in a situation where something bad is happening to you, something traumatic, you’re trying to get to safety, and this was maybe 1 o’clock in the morning, so there weren’t really a lot of people driving. I didn’t see any police because I’m quite sure had I seen police they would have picked up a half-naked woman.

I ran over to my mother-in-law’s and, mind you, this was the first night, the very first night that we lived together married. I had left the kids in the room because, like I said, all I thought about was escaping. When I got to my mother-in-law’s house and it’s in the middle of the night so she’s terrified to answer the door because, you know, this is Detroit. Middle of the night, somebody ringing your doorbell, it might not turn out good for one of y’all. But, thank God, she didn’t come to her door with a gun, I sure do thank her for that because she had a light—it was like a motion sensitive light that would come on if you came to her door, either the front door, the back door, the side door. So I came to the side door because I knew this was the door she always accepted guests in and it was the door I guess that was easiest for her to get to, you know, from her room. 

(Look for the book "Out of Bondage" coming soon 2018!)