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Sisters

I love my siblings. My sister Neicy is such a good person. She is the best cook around, decorator, dresser, and creator of beautiful craft pieces. I called her for because I need help to remove stuff from my home. Me: Sis please come stay with me for a couple of weeks. I need help getting rid of things. There is too much here and I feel overloaded. Her: When do you want me to come? Me: Next week. I don’t know where to start. Take what you want but help me to unload this unnecessary clutter. Her: No problem. I’ll be there Saturday night. Today my sister cooked a magnificent dinner for the entire clan at mom’s house. We had a mix of cabbage and greens, baked chicken, Mac and Cheese (she has to cook this often because we have a lot of kids around and they love Mac and Cheese. We had string beans-potatoes and neck bones, hot water cornbread, and yams. Years ago she came to take care of me when I had surgery. She gave me a bell to ring for her service as my bedroom was on the second level and she spent a lot of time on the first floor. I ranged the bell regularly and by the end of the 2nd day she came upstairs and took the bell and stormed down the steps. I still laugh at that. She stayed with me for 8 weeks until I regained my health. Friends may come and go, but a sister’s love is for a life time.

What Would You Do?

This situation is happening to a lot of people who are in my age group. You grew up middle class, parents did everything for you and now you’re living an upper class life. You can buy anything you want, because your husband is a financial wizard and knew how to save. Your parents are older and unhealthy and have difficulty meeting skyrocketing bills while their retirement or social security creeps along at a low rate. You have 12 local grandchildren who brag about the life they are living, but they actually are living pay check to paycheck. Your siblings lost major jobs and have asked for help from you. But some help their family with cleaning their homes, maintaining the lawns, and those who are local visit often, cook dinner, etc. But you carry the burden of helping to meet many of their finances because you have the money. Do you? •Stop helping your parents financially because no one else help •Continue to ask broke people to donate because they should •Hate them because they cannot help financially •Become bitter, turn gray and become depressed because your spouse is feeling like his family is carrying the burden and been holding back from that new expensive car you planned to buy last year or other things you want •You’re risking your perfect retirement of living on easy street because you’re spending in excess to help your parents to make it •Never speak to your relatives you love dearly because they are not doing enough This is a question I’m asked regularly by many who are going through this now. What do you think? For me, I would help my parents. I don’t care what anyone else does!

Reflections

Reflections We all need support to help us succeed in our careers As I look at year 2012 and the things I accomplished and the people I worked with over the years, I smile. There are some people who have made a difference in my life. I am reminded that without God I would not be here today, realizing that He puts people in our life to work miracles for us on his behalf. I am so grateful for His continued blessings and favor in my life. There is a saying I’ve heard that says, give me my flowers while I can smell them. I agree that when people in your life support your efforts, whether they are a mentor, a teacher or a person who encourages you, they should be recognized. No, they didn’t do it for accolades, but this is an example of pay it forward. We need to help uplift each other the best we can. We are at our best when we have love, encouragement and help easing us over the hurdles and through the bumps as we search to do the things we love. My journey has been one of pleasure. I haven’t had many bumps in this life because these same people have uplifted me and introduced me to people who would become important in assisting me with carving my own path. To those who have inspired me, I want to give you flowers so you can smell them and while I still have breath in my body to continue to pursue my dreams, I want to say thank you. Landall Mack & Ledora Williams ~ high school counselors who encouraged me to go to college. I was planning on going to the Air Force and they helped me at the last minute to get accepted because I was so late in applying. Everyone should have people like these inside of the school system to motivate and encourage students to do their best and to seek education. Ledora also helped me in my second full time professional job. Vera DePriest ~ Gave me my first part time professional job that helped me in my field. Taught me how to make checks and designate taxes in all categories. This experience has benefitted me in my companies today. Jacqui Contejean: Helped me to develop skills to facilitate and train large groups. Taught me how to burn the midnight oil. Great mentor! David Coverstone: Took a chance with me by sending me cross country to launch new companies. Business mentor! George Mitchell: Told me while I was in high school to return home to find my own gold after graduating from college. Excellent coach! He hired me in my first full time university position, after I sought him and reminded him that I came back for my gold. Johnnie Penelton: Helped me to develop amazing supervisory skills that would go a long way in helping me to have excellent staff and team members. She entrusted me with writing grants which would eventually help me to launch my own non-profit organization. Amazing lady! Dee Brown~ taught me how to publish books. Kim Roby, E Lynn Harris, and Brenda Hampton. Your invaluable help on various issues in the publishing arena really encouraged me to use money wisely and helped me to understand the book marketing business. Brenda Hampton ~ what can I say about you. You have been an amazing literary friend. You have taught me so much and supported me every step of the way. God bless you with continue success. Edna Petty~ for helping me to find myself as a writer. Edna asked me to write a speech in 1999 for her as she is a nationally known fabric quilter. I wrote my first speech and she was so excited about it, she sent my first article to a magazine and I was selected as a columnist in the relationship department. George Cotton: Hired me a columnist in his magazine. Really encouraged me and taught me the ABC of public speaking. Deborah Sistrunk~Served as my publicist for almost a year, without enumeration because she was my friend and wanted me to succeed. Really put Prioritybooks Publications out there. Cedric Beavers ~ without you, there would not have been a Prioritybooks Publications or Family Enhancement Center. You are a gem. I know I get on your nerves and sometimes I’m stubborn but you never give up on me. Thank you for paying my staff salaries and royalties when those checks were coming in slow. Really without your financial support there wouldn’t be any companies. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Love you dearly. To my daughter~ Adeesha you are the best. Thank you for being my clerk and hostess for all our activities. You’re the best daughter ever. Now go forth and live your dreams and know your dad and I will support your endeavors. OOSA and Toni~ What can I say? You guys have been so supportive of authors and helping to push us to be our best. I remember my first review in 2004 from you guys. It was my first year as a published author and your advice and acknowledgement was so awesome. Still after all these years, you’re still helping authors. Thanks for your honesty! Finally to my mother and dad~ the best parents a kid could ever have. Loving, supporting, caring and was always there rooting your children on. Thank you for your love and patience because you can’t really give that what you never had. I’m going to keep spreading love in 2013. To all the readers, friends, siblings, relatives, and others who have supported me and my authors please know we appreciate you. Thank you and I wish you nothing but happiness and success in 2013. I give you flowers!

Merry Christmas

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Rest in Peace Dawon

(Dawon in Reddish Blouse) I met her when she was about 7 years old. During some of our visits to the south, I saw her maybe 3 times. Whenever we came to town, she was somewhere else like Little Rock. Her parents had broken up. Even though dad was constantly in contact, we weren’t. I saw Dawon again 1 year ago. We were in town for the Fourth of July. We sat at the dining room table of my mother and law and talked for hours. She was so proud of her children and showed me so many pictures of them in her cell phone. We talked about her job and what she wanted to do with her life. Fast forward 1 year. She contacted her uncle and said, “I have leukemia and I want to come and stay with you. Washington University accepted me to help me find a bone marrow donor.” We said it was okay. For the next three months she came in and out of town and we took her back and forth for all kinds of tests. I invited her to go to church with me and asked our elders to pray for her. Our pastor was out of town. The elders (5 of them) circled her and prayed for her. A couple weeks later, Washington University found not one donor but 5. I had never heard of a person finding five, it’s hard to get one. I told her, “You’re in good hands. Barnes Hospital is #8 in the country for what you have.” She flew in to get her transplant, all went well. The hospital wanted her to stay in St. Louis for about 6 weeks to monitor her. She wanted to get back to her children. She missed them. My husband and I did all we could to convince her to stay. She was going against the doctor’s orders to leave. They gave her a list of do’s and don’ts. I was there. You must wear a mask; you must take these immune pills. These are very important to your surviving. Please do these things! You must do them. The nurse hammered on why! You could catch a disease, get Gravis Host disease. She assured them. “I will take them.” One month later, Dawon was helicoptered back to St. Louis from Little Rock. She was in critical condition. She was in ICU for 2 weeks. When we inquired we were told the bone marrow transplant worked. “Unfortunately, your niece didn’t take her immune pills. This was critical to her survival. But we can help her. She is with the best. If she allows us to we will bring her back.” I went to see her almost every day. Dawon was refusing medication. “Why Dawon? Why won’t you take your pills? You can’t survive without them. The doctors can’t force you.” I begged her. She promised to take them. But she still refused the nurses. When I would go she would take them. “Dawon,” I said you have to take them. Why are you trying so hard to die?” “I’m not I don’t like the pills.” I would call the nurse in and she would take them. But I couldn’t be there every day, all through the day to make her take her medicine. Dawon was 32. I called the doctor. “Why won’t she take her medication?” The doctor said, “She is a very sick young lady and she is suffering from severe depression. What is rational to us is not to her. We have to treat the depression first, so she’ll take the medicine.” Gravis Host is a common side effect of a bone marrow transplant. But it attacked her body in an extremely serious way. The doctor said it attacked her body more serious than they had seen. It seemed they could not heal her stomach. This infection was all over her body including her eyes and weakened her so badly. “Please fight Dawon, please! Please take your medicine.” “No, they are trying to kill me.” “Who?” “The nurses and doctors.” “You have the best doctors in the world. Please let them help you.” “Okay, I’ll take my medicine.” “Please fight for you babies.” “I am.” I have studied Depression. But I have never seen it like I saw it with Dawon. I’ve never seen a person who wanted to survive and fight but didn’t have the energy or will. In addition, the doctor said that by Dawon taking so much medicine, it made her hallucinate. I’m sad but I am happy about one thing. I tried to call a lot of people to have them to pray for her when I saw her at her weakest. I couldn’t find anyone. But I remember when my father first got sick, my brother who is a pastor sent my family to pray with him and to ask these questions. Do you accept God as your savior? Do you believe Jesus died to save us from sin? Do you love Him? She said yes to all three. She was lucid too. I miss Dawon. I grew to love her as a daughter. I went to see her almost daily. I prayed with her and pushed her to live. Dawon loved her children and her fiancé Rob. Yesterday I went to visit her. As I stood there stroking her forehead, she lifted her head up and opened her eyes. It looked like she was trying to say something. I followed her eyes and they landed on her right hand. She was lifting her hand from under the cover, I grab it and we held hands. The chaplain came in and prayed. I held her hand. Her eyes were wet and tears were flowing. I left about 40 minutes later. That was at 6:45 p.m. Monday. At 12:00 midnight we got a call that Dawon had died at 10:59 p.m. I’m so glad her children got another chance to see her. They left Sunday. I don’t know what to do with myself. I miss taking her slushes, shaved ice, candy and chips that she never ate but requested every time she saw me. I miss taking her DVD movies that she never watched because the disease affected her eyesight. I just miss her so much. She was only 32. Everybody said there’s a testimony to this. I couldn’t find it. Today I texted my brother to let him know Dawon had died and he texted back. “You seemed to be the MVP (most valuable person) in Dawon’s life in her final days upon this earth. God had you there to comfort her and you again made the sacrifice to obey Him. You are an inspiration to me Rose. You have in you a best seller if you can only see the life you live yourself. It’s not a novel or fiction. Dawon’s greatest testimony when she sees you in Heaven will be that you were Christ to her. What I am trying to say is you practiced in her view the love she was looking for all her life, she found in you, practically a stranger. Thank you for being my sister!” Now don’t get it twisted, I understood what my brother was saying. He wasn't saying I was God. He never knew that Dawon’s mother never came to town to visit her in the hospital for whatever reasons. I share this story with you because I don’t want people to fear transplants. Her transplant worked. It was other things that played out here. We have to help people when they are weak, check on whether they are sticking to their medication routines. Remember they are sick, they may forget to take their medicine. I believed God could have changed Dawon and healed her. He is the author of our lives and He knows our destiny. But I want to believe he healed her long enough because He wanted her to experience someone else, Him. She needed time to go to Him, she needed to hear all these prayers and she needed to confess with her own mouth she loved Him. I offer this to you. Don’t wait until someone is sick to tell them about God. If you don’t want to talk about Him, show others his love through your action. I already miss her but I am happy she was in my life even though it was but a short time. I’m a better person because of Dawon. Sleep in Jesus, Sweetheart! My husband Cedric and I, as well as my daughter Adeesha thank all of you for going through this with my family and praying for Dawon. Please keep her children in prayer. Thanks to my siblings and nephew Edward and Nikina and Nookie for making Dawon a part of our family.