A Murder

My sister lives in Richmond. In 2003 according to  www.cityrating.com/crimestatistics.asp  there were 38 murders in the city of Richmond.  For Oakland there were 109 murders, for San Francisco there were 69, for Pleasant Hill there were 0 and for Tracy there were 2.  I realize that these are super old statistics; however for the benefit of this blog post I will just use them to illustrate a point.

Around 11 o’clock my phone rang 2 different times – each complete rings. I was downstairs and when I came up and looked at the phone, my first thought was I wonder what she wants and then my second thought was she never calls me this late, something must be wrong.  I called her back. She was crying, she was shaking, she was a mess! I went into calm mode and listened and spoke with love.  

My sister was doing laundry on Saturday night and she heard gunshots.  She said it was loud and she was afraid.  She ducked down in the laundry room, pulled another lady down who was doing laundry to the ground, and called 911. The agent instructed her to stay in the laundry room until the police arrived. She says she was shaking, she was frightened and she was praying.  When the police arrived, very shortly after the 911 call, they came and escorted her and the lady out of the laundry room and walked past the crime scene.  It was a young man in his early 20’s who had been shot while sitting in his car. My sister described it like it was in the movies, where the body is riddled with bullets and all of the windows of the car are broken and shattered.  This was in her apartment complex.  When she called me she was incoherent and could hardly breathe, the pain in her voice, the fear, the disbelief – all I could do was ask her to breathe and take her time.  She eventually was able to calm herself through my voice and her inner strength; the dialogue that she spoke to herself worked more than my words could ever have.

It got me to thinking about how casually murders are reported.  Close your eyes and remember the last time you heard the news. The teleprompter reader’s voice gets lower, a sadness comes over his or her face and they read that there was a murder at approximately such and such a time and the victim was in his early 20’s, late teens or mid-40’s, whatever the age, death is death.  The reader continues with an interview with the police officer on scene or a witness and then as quickly at this is out of their mouths; facial expressions change and the teleprompter reader now talks about the weather, the festival coming up, the latest happenings of Lindsay Lohan or Charlie Sheen and the death as well as the sad expression are gone. 

People are murdered in real life and in television shows and in video games all day and everyday.   We are so desensitized to it that we don’t even give it a passing ear, as we go about the business of taking care of our duties for the day as the tv blares in the background. Our subconscious picks it up and stores it somewhere and then our conscious mind has to leave it stored so that we can go on to more “important things”.  However, we do this as adults with the full knowledge that there has been a transition of sorts in our mind and in order to remain healthy we have to compartmentalize the pain and the drama or else we will just lose it.  We do this constantly as adults.  What must it be like to be a child who does not have the benefit of aged knowledge that murder really should be something to fear? My sister was traumatized by this incident.  All of the adults in her apartment complex that heard the shots and then saw the body were traumatized. She said because it happened late at night, the body was not removed until the morning.  The dead young man was out there all night and no one came to mourn for him. Oh my.  Where were all of his homies then? Where was his mom or dad? I don’t know, perhaps they came and were told to leave so as not to contaminate the crime scene.  I don’t know the answer to that one. What I do know is that my sister has been affected by this incident. I am sure she relives this incident and yet she knows that it has passed and it will soon get better for her. 

There is a phrase not in my backyard (nimby) which indicates as long as it is not in my backyard I don’t really have to care about it. Well times have changed. There are indeed towns where murder is not a factor and that is a good thing; however murder is always possible even in those cities that can rely on low statistics . One murder is one too many. Murder of our children is an abomination and one that our leaders who take away funding should realize is going to get worse. What is a child to do when there is nothing to do? Most children invent games; hide and go seek, four square, and hopscotch are games of the past, now our children keep their heads crooked and their fingers poised either on the controller or the cell phone or the Ipod or the gun or the drug or the knife, never looking up to see what the person who reads the weather teleprompter is saying and that is it is going to be a great day for going outside and enjoying the sun.  Oh to go back to the time of our youths when hide and go seek and coming home when the street lights came on were really all we worried about.  For my sister, this too shall pass.

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Sunday

I woke up loved and in love, excited and looking forward to the drive to church.  The place where like-minded humans sit in different seats and worship the Lord. Rest. My children were left in bed!   The singing this morning was off the chains! The choir hit every note and introduced the congregation to a sound that was magnificent.  My best worship feelings arise when I hear words and music that move me. When I feel a tear coming and I feel my words coming out – the presence of the holy spirit has come. The pastor’s sermon was the Love of God. The scripture reference that he chose did not speak to me, the one that did speak to me was the one that was in the front of the church bulletin that morning.  It is from 1 Corinthians 4:1-5 and it reads (NKJV):

“Stewards of the Mysteries of God

 1 Let a man so consider us, as servants of Christ and stewards of the mysteries of God. 2 Moreover it is required in stewards that one be found faithful. 3 But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged by you or by a human court.[a] In fact, I do not even judge myself. 4 For I know of nothing against myself, yet I am not justified by this; but He who judges me is the Lord. 5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord comes, who will both bring to light the hidden things of darkness and reveal the counsels of the hearts. Then each one’s praise will come from God.”

In particular, verse 5 which told me to stop stressing about what another will or will not do.  In time God will handle and will reveal what is the truth of a person’s heart.  I needed that this morning.  In these times when I am juggling so many balls in the air; paying bills, paying mortgages, taking care of kids and the lawn and going to work and dealing with others personalities, it can overwhelm.  It has caused me in some respects to wish that my knight in shining armor would just come on and hurry up.  However, knights are for fairy tales and if he comes riding in, I have to remember that even he and the horse are tired. After all riding like the wind, wearing full body armor, carrying a big sword, slaying dragons, and making key battlefield decisions can wear the average knight out.   (smile)

God in this scripture is telling me, the Proverbs 31 woman, to remember I have never left you and I have never forsaken you. It tells me to continue to say thank you Lord as my mantra, to walk in faith and to know that He will provide and He will reveal all that is the truth for me. These words are like a blanket that warms me at night. In His arms I am enveloped in trust. He has always been my knight and he has never been too tired to let me know he has my back. God is the real ladies man.  Like a woman he works tirelessly and as long as we sing his praises he will speak to us and let us know that everything is gonna be alright.   And he added stop tripping gurl you are one bad mamma jamma!! I felt satisfied, renewed and refreshed.  That is what going to church and gathering in an assembly of men and women who are seeking to know Him does for me.  Collectively our yearnings combine and all of those cries internal and external are heard and felt and God works it all out for each one of our benefits.  I will retire at 55 and this writing will be my supply. 

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Sunday after

Today is the day after Sunday. Sunday is my favorite day.  As I arise early, I feel his presence close to me and the aroma of coffee fills our connection in silence. He completes me.  The day is one where I am grateful for the children, the man, the friends, the weather, the home and the God that provides all that I have and am has given me.  My daughter had spent the night with her girlfriend and my sons were lounging around waiting for their mom to shake them back into consciousness.  As we begin the morning routine of getting ready to go I find solace in the sound of the voice of Charles Stanley.  I don’t often have a chance to just sit down and listen to him however his voice is so relaxing and the occasional words that I am able to hear always make me think. Thinking is a good thing.  The pastor’s message this morning was walking in the light.  As I heard the words I looked around and saw the young girl with a small cancerous tumor in her brain sitting in the very last pew in the back of the church.  She normally sits in the very first row on the right hand side of the church with her mom, her sister and her brother.  Today she sat in the back with a mask on to keep out any possible contaminants that may be in the air. She sat and clapped and rocked to the music. I am reminded of how quickly life can change one minute she was playing and having a good time and now she is fighting for her life.  She is enduring chemotherapy, hair falling out, being tired and irritated and scared and alone and yet she has this grace that reminds the church that  there is and always will be a God who sustains and gives the energy to thrive and arise yet another day. I also see sitting next to her – her mom. A single mother of 3 children and without as much as a whimper she has walked toward the light. Toward the belief that her daughter will come through.  Often times we don’t give enough credence to what a mother who is mothering has to do and endure and push through in order to bring to our children the best foundation for a good future and a good meal. Retiring at 55 is so much a part of who I am and believing that God can provide for my little friend is a belief system that is continually being manifest in my life. 

Yolande Barial
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The Pea Patch

Sunday my favorite day is here and I am grateful.  The kids and I had one of those weekends that I would say was productive.  My 3 children, who are absolutely fabulous were all punished.   Yep no cell phones all weekend. This is the first time I have ever, ever done this!  The eldest son brought home 2 D’; one in English and one in Spanish-2, the younger son brought home a D in math and my daughter decided that she was going to blatantly refuse my request to see her spelling words by refusing to take them out of her backpack while we were driving to school – I decided it was time to exercise some tough love. I had already been in training for this new phase of my life and of their lives; for several months and it just so happened it all came to fruition at the perfect time for it to be enacted. 

 My sweetie bought and brought us a white board that he posted in the kitchen. Here  is where I proceeded to put up a calendar and to write chores for each child  for all to see. As I write, I should probably put up the penalties for infractions, hmm. Anywho, the good thing about these grades is that they can be pulled up and better get pulled up.  The 3 loves of my life, have 2 months to do so and I have no doubt that it will happen. I take some responsibility in that they have been so busy with school, social stuff and sports and I have also been busy making sure they accopmplish all of their schedule and busy on my own schedule; the house has been fruiful and yet a little over booked, that I have not checked their homework and have been signing their agenda’s believing that everything has been done.  Well, I am back now.

My older son was disappointed in himself and graciously turned over his cell phone, my middle son was not so gracious; he began negotiating for the cell phone’s return within the hours following retrieval, and my daughter did not appear concerned at all – she simply asked why I was taking the phone and once I reminded her of her beahvior that Friday orning, that was all she seemed to need. I then proceeded to have a private, no yelling, talk with each one of them alone, about my expectations and what I needed from them. I was stern and loving and my boys did make up school work, cleaned their rooms, went through old clothes and shoes to give to Goodwill,  performed their regular chores and seemed to enjoy not being tethered to their cell phones. My daughter did the same along with exercising with me, and then playing with one of her dear friends in the afternoon – the laughed, they sang and they danced and teased each other and even made me a picture our of some kind of fake diamond thingee’s – cute.  I was able to enjoy the down time and uncluttered my room and cleaned the house and even cleaned the ceiling fans for the first time since I have lived in this house.  Wow and yuk at the same time!

The reverend that spoke this morning was one who doesn’t preach that often. He spoke about 2 Samuel.

2 Samuel 23:11-12 (New King James Version)

11 And after him was Shammah the son of Agee the Hararite. The Philistines had gathered together into a troop where there was a piece of ground full of lentils. So the people fled from the Philistines. 12 But he stationed himself in the middle of the field, defended it, and killed the Philistines. So the LORD brought about a great victory.

The sermon title was The Pea Patch.  It is a simple message.  Shammah was one of  the 37 warriors of  King David.  He was the only one who stood in the field of lentils which was the food for the people. http://www.agricultureguide.org/how-to-grow-lentils-a-complete-guide/   Lentils are a type of bean that really looks like a seed. It has a high level of protein and  comes in a bunch of different colors and sizes. Lentils grow on short shrubs and have to be picked. The advantage of the lentils is that they have slight tolerance to the drought and hence can survive a period without water.  The advantage that one has with growing the lentils is that since the plant grows round the year once the proper conditions are met it will grow and act as nutrient year round for the people. The Philistines wanted the lentil farm, Shammah stood his ground to protect that which the people had conditioned for growth. He fought the Philistines alone and won.

As I listened, I sat straight up and though wow, the Bible is an amazing book.  Here we are talking about fighting over beans in a field and what it really means to me is what will you fight for if you had it fight all by yourself?  It meant that as a parent we are called to fight for our children and if we have to stand  against the outside influences of the world and shake our children back to reality we are called to do so.   As mothers we birth our children either through actually having them come from our bodies or from having them come to us in a foster or adoption scenario – either way, we  are there when they first learn so many things and we are there when they make mistakes and as they grow older we are there to train them how to correct mistakes and that requires some kind of punishment to shake them up just a little bit to allow them to say hey I better make a change.  We are called to fight for them and to not allow the outside to get into them.  The challenge as mom, who will retire at 55 is to balance it all  and to realize that I have great children. Their grades consisted of A’s, B’s and C’s on a regular basis, these D’s are just an indication that I need to be alittle more vigilante. As any lentil farmer knows that the soil needs to be watered, not daily; but enough to cover the pea to allow it to grow strong and healthy and productive. Now this to me is what you call an aha moment.

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Watch Me Burn

There is a song on the Recovery CD by Eminem entitled “Watch Me Burn”.  http://www.eminem.com/lyrics/

Words are so powerful. His lyrics speak about a relationship that he has had with a woman and the listener is left with the feeling that this woman could possibly be either his ex-wife or his girlfriend.  In the lyrics, he talks about a violent relationship that he has had with the woman and his feelings about why he is the way he is and his version of what love is and how he is able to love the woman based on his experiences and  the fact that he recognizes his wrongs and is trying to be better. The energy that he speaks sounds angry and if the listener is not careful they will miss the pain.  The words that are repeated and are the tag lines, if you will, that stick out in my mind are:

“Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie”

How many of us can speak and write and express so eloquently about past wrongs? How many can then change the course of their lives by an action that requires hard work?

Eminem’s words are powerful.  These words in “Watch me Burn” tells me that as a society and as media we sit in our offices and nowadays that could be an office in a building, in a park, in the car or in a bedroom propped up on pillows and write and broadcast and watch people self-destruct and report it as news. As of  late, the media and the public have an insatiable appetite for watching destruction about Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Bobbi Kristina Brown and now Charlie Sheen.   Does anyone remember reading about Roman gladiators fighting wild animals, men fighting men, lynching of black people, bull fighting, public hangings of “criminals”  back when the west was wild? If so, the way in which we watch these celebrities self-destruct is similar, to me at least, of a family gathering together in any arena or park on a beautiful Saturday afternoon with a crowd of other like-minded-fun-loving-sanctimonious group who just wanna have fun and we eat, laugh, talk, watch and gossip about nothing and everything and watch as collective/cannibal as our fellow human is decimated, humiliated and killed by our inaction and lack of passion.

The keepers of the keys to the stadium are us.  The time is now to say “hell no” and I ain’t gonna take it anymore!  How can I as parent teach and model good behavior if all that our children see,  hear, taste and smell begins with a  teaspoon of  hate.  The celebrities are just a microcosm of the lengths we will go to, to avoid our own inadequacies.  We look at young adults addicted to drugs and to alcohol and addicted to limelight at any cost and we do nothing.  As media we report it and then the spectators read about it, talk about it over and over and over again on every radio and television station, on the internet, streaming on our phones and on the words we see crawling at the bottom of our television or laptop monitor that allow our subconscious brain to absorb this nonsense 24/7.  I am a mother, a parent, a baby boomer, a woman and sister-friend whose brain is on overload.  I remember for about 20 years I messed up. I mean I was productive and successful as far as a child could be until I was thrust into college.  Here I thought I knew everything.  I didn’t have a-tenth of the amount of money that these kids we report about have and yet I managed to pretty much self-destruct amid the opportunities that were right in front of my then poor self-image.  I realize that as children we make mistakes and as adult Sheen is witness to, if not corrected – confusion continues.  Had it not been for the grace of God and in the spirit of  2 police officers I would have completely spiraled down and perhaps not been here in this present form to write.  To be able to recognize your own self-worth is hard enough when it is just you and a few people watching; however imagine what it must be like for your every waking minute to be broadcast, all of your missteps talked about and analyzed, what would it be like if the things that you had done one night as a youngster were broadcast over and over?  Could you take it, would you take it and how long before you cracked?  I have no clue; however as adults and as keepers of the keys we do have a sense of what it takes to get to who we are and yet we continue to perpetuate and report and destroy the young and sometimes the old as we don’t allow them time to grow up. Money does not instantly make you smart and allow you to make wise decisions.  As Oprah has said about having a lot of money, what it does is give you opportunity.  Depending on your upbringing opportunity can be manifested in many ways – both healthy and not so.

Words are powerful.  http://www.oprah.com/spirit/The-Power-of-Words  The manner that we speak and the way we speak brings emphasis to the words by our action or lack thereof.  As a society of grown folks we should really be ashamed.  We have all crowded into the arena of public opinion as people who look in the rearview mirror and underestimate their ability to back into the space and bump the car right next to it and drive away – we, this moral minded collective not-in-my backyard-public should just be ashamed.

Can we just allow these people the courtesy to grow up and sit back as Eminem has done and reflect and say, I know I did wrong and I will do better and if you let me I will be better. Stop “watching me burn” and help me.

 As a woman on the road to retiring at 55, I am blessed to be able to say that I have benefited from this reflection and thank God that my public was just my circle of friends and family who have the ability to love me when I am up and love me when I am down.   Retiring at 55 is a good thing.

Yolande Barial
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Sunday

Sunday is my favorite day.  I wake up anticipating the words that I will hear as I attend service. Today I woke up in anticipation which became irritation.  I overslept and I was tired.  I wanted to listen to Charles Stanley but I could not.  Because I had overslept that meant no one bothered to get up. No one ate breakfast or brushed their teeth, made up their bed or even decided what they were going to wear to church.  What that means is that I was irritated. My kids knew it and I knew it; however I had to push through it and make sure that they were all ready to go, as was I.  Today was the church play and the children were going to act out the play and read their poems.  This play and the read was unorganized during rehearsals.  Children didn’t listen, giggled, told jokes, texted, look at the phone over and over again, talked loud, chased each other and generally didn’t pay any attention to what was expected of them. Having worked with these youth I know that when called upon to perform, they will perform.  Something about the mic and being on stage that brings out the actor in them all.  However anything that requires them to sit, not to touch the drums, not to touch the piano, the organ, the sound system or  stop jumping, well that is a challenge.  They just don’t seem to be able to refrain from behaving like children who realize that they are in the room with adults.  This type of excitement immediately gave me a headache.  It took me out of my comfort zone, it removed me from the place of peace that I so enjoy on a Sunday.

The play went and came and the kids did quite well.  However, I was exhausted. I immediately came home, ate a big bowl of spaghetti and climbed into my bed. I wrote.  I will have another Sunday morning in a few days and I expect the same kind of anticipation next Saturday.  I so love going to service.  I realized that retiring at 55 I have learned what I will and will not do. I will assist, I will support and I will work with the children. At this stage of the game, I don’t think I have the where-with-all to lead these children – at least not yet.

Yolande Barial
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Blind & Emotional Kids

I have noticed more and more that my children are blind. I have been upstairs in my bedroom minding my very own business and all of a sudden I hear the sound of the voices of one of the three children that came out of my body as they yell the word that I so longed to be called and now the word that makes me cringe – “MOM!!?”  There is an exclamation point and a question mark at the end of this word that lets me know that a question which must be answered by “MOM!!?” is to follow.  The questions can be many; however, in general, they can be one of several: ‘where is my blue shirt, where are my shoes, where is the toothpaste, where is the bread, where is my homework, where is the remote, where is the butter, where is the soap and where is my cell phone?” Did I say that I was upstairs in my bedroom? Well the amazing thing is that, the answers to any and all of these questions are easily resolved by (a) either I know where the bread, the homework, the shirt and the remote are located and I tell them or (b) I know, yet am to exhausted to answer or (c) which is my favorite… I know and I am not going to tell so I say in typical “MOM”  fashion ‘I don’t know where tht whatchamacallit is, I am in my room, what makes you think I know where your stuff is?”  That response  given by me is accepted by my sons  simply because they haven’t heard a word I have said and will ask the same question again after they take the ear buds out of their ears and realize that they still don’t know where any of their stuff is. However, this response is generally not acceptable to  my daughter. Her acceptance of the (c) answer is followed by some kind of emotional explosion.  She cries, she whines, she cries and whines, she mopes,  she broods, she closes her door, and then finally when exhausted with the lack of feedback from anyone in the house – especially MOM she comes out of her room and acts as if nothing has happened. She is 9 after all and I read somewhere that the teenage emotional heebyjeebies begins several years before they become tweens.  As Linus would say when Snoopy kissed him “AARGH!!”.  http://www.oprah.com/relationships/5-Momisms-for-Every-Occasion

Now this phenomena of children with little vision is not just relegated to my kids – this is ‘kid universal’.  When children are raised with the knowledge that mom knows everything they take it literally. MOM knows everything! In the times of divorce and fathers who walk away, the mom who is truly handling business has to know everything.  She knows it in her body and without looking she can tell the child, from her vantage point in her bedroom, where the remote can be found and which blind and emotional child is eating in the living room after being told 10 gazillion times not to eat in the living room without even peeking out of the bedroom door.  Retiring at 55, I think I have enough stories to make it happen and enough vision to see the future or at least when to see that there really is a bright light at the end of the tunnel and it is illuminating my way to journalistic endeavors and creative/Oprah aha moments.  

Yolande Barial
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Seeks to Enrich the Lives of Women through Spoken and Written Word.
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