Monthly Archives: June 2015

When I do Motivational speeches, and in my essay’s, I try to debunk some theories about the effects of Chemo.  For instance: not everyone gets sick from Chemo, including Cancer is not a death sentence in all cases.  I know because I am a 3rd Stage Breast Cancer Survivor.  But most of the time I try to destroy certain elements that are just not true, not only with cancer but with life in general.  Especially the ones which may cause another to fail because of a lack of Faith.

As some of you know my slogan is To Kill the Head is to Kill the Body.

As an example: When I say I am cancer free, and others jump for joy, stating how glad they are I am in remission, I can scream.  What part of Cancer Free don’t they get?  Cancer is %100 curable, in some cases, such as mine.  (Estrogen was the cause of my cancer.)

But that statement lets me know where people’s heads are; In the grave, and I pray they never hear their name and the word cancer in the same sentence as their name.  Some would fall over dead like an Opossum, only they won’t be pretending.

On the other hand, I get surprised by some ole sayings that are hard to prove.  Such as: When in a bad situation with a child and you have done the best you can for that child, especially when you realize your decision will alienate you, and your only saving grace after doing what is best and unpopular is making this statement;

You may hate me now, but later when you have children of your own you will understand.

I know that sounds strange that I would have the unfortunate opportunity to use that statement, especially since I never gave birth, but I did, and it turned out to be a Damn if you do, and a Damned if you don’t situation.

When there is no Middle Ground!

Years ago when I was preparing to build my home I choose to get a roommate to share the expenses of an apartment.  I wanted to save all I could for my big move.  As fate would have it, a long time friend then living in Atlanta was a perfect choice.

When this friend and I lived in another state, I met her children, who lived in another state with their grandmother.  After some time, my roommate shared with me that at a very young age she was unable to care for her children because of a drug problem.  But years had passed since then, and she was stable, including having a place to live.  AKA: Our apartment.

After going over her plans to convince her mother she was prepared to receive and take care of her children, I agreed they could move in.  We did have a three bedroom apartment, and she was willing to pay extra; that meant more for me to put towards my new house, and I thought she was sincere.  Plus, I was looking forward to moving out soon as my home was built.  All seemed well.

Finally, the two pre-teen girls arrived, and we settled down into a comfortable situation.

For a couple of females in the 80’s we were making a good living in our chosen fields, allowing us to enjoy the finer things in life, and still save money because of our living situation.  So, needless to say, she could spoil her children.  And as I got closer to them I had no problem helping her spoil them.

Then things changed in the blink of an eye.

She hadn’t seen him for years, nor had I, but it was something about him this time, and that had me up in arms.  What was I afraid of I wondered?  Regardless, I took a defensive stand, unbeknown to him.  I told my roommate, I think the Devil just walked through the door.  She laughed.

Soon the all night partying would start.  My roommate once relied on drugs but she long passed that, so I thought.  She tried her best to not re-involve herself with hard drugs, so she started using alcohol as her drug of choice, as this drug dealer inched his way deeper and deeper into her life.

Arguments started between she and me, coupled with I had to have him removed from the house, and that created more fights.   And then the worst thing that could ever happen happened; she stopped coming home for days at a time.  Leaving her children alone with me.  A responsibility that was unfair to me.

The nourishing, preparing them for school, washing clothes, cooking dinner, disciplining them if I choose to do so.  Those girls were perfect young women until their mother left them alone.  I was not prepared for this, but who ever is?

I never wanted the responsibility of raising children, especially someone else’s.  But I am an adult and so I did what adults are supposed to do, I took charge of those two out of control brats, and they Hated Me for it.  As you can read my attitude about them made a drastic change.

Soon, but not soon enough, my new home was ready for me to move in.  I left when my roommate was home and seemly stable, so after having a long conversation about the state of her children, I was hoping she realize the seriousness of the situation; I would not be there anymore to pick up the pieces.  But that was not to be.

The apartment complex manager, who happened to have formed a great friendship with me called to say my ex-roommate was leaving her children alone, again, and she didn’t want to call Children and Family Services until she had spoken with me.

Naturally, I came to be with the girls, hoping their mother would be home soon.  I would stay as long as I could, but I would have to go to work at some point.  I thought I could trust them to do the right thing while I was gone.

Boy, was I wrong?  It got so bad I would sleep in the car to keep an eye on them without their knowledge.  They found me out one night while trying to sneak out of a window; I was there to foil their plans.  This is when their relationship with me turned to hate.

Of course, their mother was nowhere to be found, so I called an uncle, which was a total waste of time.  Finally, it was Children and Family Services, or the grandmother.  I called the grandmother and she made arrangements for them to return to her.  Much to my relief.

With their mother gone, and me waiting on the grandmother for a few days, those girls had a mind of their own, and it had nothing to do with me and my go to school rules.  After-all, they had no issues with reminding me; You’re not our mother.   And I in turn told them; “I am the adult here, and it is my responsibility to care for you until someone else does, mother or not.”

Not long after they had left Atlanta, I received a disturbing phone call from the grandmother proclaiming the girls told her how mean I had been to them, and the punishments I bestowed on them was borderline child abuse.  They hated me, and so did she.  I was devastated, and wrongly accused.

Twenty-five or more years had passed when out of the blue I received a phone call from that same grandmother who swore to hate me for the rest of my life for what I had done to her grandchildren.

She asked for permission to come visit, so she could apologize, bring the girls with her, and their children for me to meet.

To God be the Glory.!  I am crying.)

She said they told her of the lies and injustice’s they placed on me when they were children, and they asked her to forgive them and me.  They admitted everything I had told her about their mother was true.  “Mama did leave us alone for days and it was Cherry that took care of us, just like she said.”

I guess having children of their own changed their minds about my actions, and they realized how hard it must have been for me.  I forgave them long ago because they were just children, the grandmother should have known better, I thought.  Now it seems as if that other myth is true; the one about children giving Hell to parents, that gave their parents Hell.

Anyway, the grandmother became too ill to come to Atlanta and apologized, but she sent those two now young mothers, tugging those little snotty nose babies with them.  A good time was had by all, although they almost scared me to death when they said they were thinking about moving back to Atlanta.

I gave my best to those girls at a time when my knowledge was limited, and it paid off after years of knowing I did what I had to do, suffered the consequences, and finally I was able to reap the rewards.

“What comes around, goes around,” and I believe it is situations like that, and good decision-making that will make it all worthwhile in the end.

It’s Something to Think About!

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To God Be the Glory!  Amen

I have had my fair share of Relationships; they were so messy the only thing I could do was run; as a matter of fact, that’s how I got to Atlanta, Ga…Running from unhealthy relationships.

I was looking for love in all the wrong places; jute joints, bars, after-hour clubs.  I would enter business relationships with pimps, thieves, whores, backstabbers; The American Gangsters.  

I put myself in situations that were overpowering, domineering, or plain ole ungodly.  The way I was acting who would have ever believed I had a real relationship with Christ?

FYI: I was born during the time if you didn’t know Jesus you wasn’t black.

I was 15 years old and in a relationship with a grown man.  I thought it was a loving relationship.  Later experience would teach me I was too young, and too stupid to recognize the relationship I had with that old man is called, Child Abuse.

I had snuck out of the house one fateful night, and that created an opportunity for him to take me to a party in Chicago, Ill…While there, a couple of Priest entered the room exposing machine guns strapped to their sides.  My eyes were as big as Squirrels when this Devil leaned in close and said, You know, no one knows where you are.

I was in a Dangerous Relationship, and if I did not cooperate there may be some type of repercussions.  It was hard but I took my butt whopping while delivering a few of my own in an effort to get away from someone who determined to control me.

Thank God I made my way out of that Abusive Relationship.  I know, I am not the first this has happened to, but I was determined to be the one that didn’t come back for seconds.

I found people to be irrational, relationships to be complicated, and they involved outcomes that are uncertain. 

It seemed as if I couldn’t have a healthy relationship, perhaps that’s because I didn’t have the skills.  I had to grow for a minute before I  could I know things like assumptions kills relationships, and so will our treasured possessions.

I knew it was time go when he wanted me to the bread-winner.

Why?  He’s the man, at lease that is what he told me.  But, things happened and I took advantage of them; Now that created a Selfish Relationship.

Later on, I learned bad things can happen when we criticize are partners instead of encouraging them.  And having an evil spirit about us, coupled with selfish indifference’s and neglect, is a mix of madness in any relationship that will ultimately cause it to demise.

Experience has taught me the Best Relationships are the ones where we Talk like the best of friends, play like children, argue like husband and wife, and protect each other like brothers and sisters.

We should cherish and appreciate all our relationships, whether they are in the classroom, boardroom, or bedroom while ending all negative cycles by not repeating the same patterns in Future Relationships.

Just for the record, I’m leery when there are no arguments in a relationship, that too often mean there are secrets.  One slip of the tongue and…By the way, who said we need a mate to complete us?  What we need is self-acceptance, self-worth, and self-approval. The rest will come.

I am aware of the fact that some don’t make it out of Bad Relationships.  If it wasn’t for my knowledge and faith in Jesus Christ, I believe I would have died at a young age by the hands of an old possessive man, long before Cancer tried to kill me.

Although I never had children I know, A woman should never invest in a relationship she wouldn’t want her daughter to have, or one she would scold her son for.

With Christ, I was able to gain independence and emotional self-reliance.  Including control over my self-defeating, self-sabotaging behavior and thoughts.  If I hadn’t been raised in the Church, and didn’t have a praying family, I truly believe I would have never known the type of peace I am experiencing now.

But I did, and I know Jesus love’s us, and from that, I knew there were a better way and a better life than what I was living.  My conscience was bothering me, so I sought to obtain a Wholesome Relationship with Christ.

And as far as me being a UN-married woman, Isaiah 54:5 tells me; for your Maker is your husband, The Lord of hosts is His name, and your redeemer is the Holy one of Israel; He is called the God of the whole earth.

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Thank you, Lord, for all you do to protect us from ourselves.  In the matchless name of Jesus Christ, we pray.  To God Be The Glory!  Amen!

Some time ago, my mother and I were at a local gas station when a young lady pulled up to the pump across from us.  She was dressed to the nines and driving a brand new red Ford Mustang.  Her makeup was on point, her hair was fresh, everything about her displayed a certain degree of confidence and style.

My mother, speaking in a low tone, was complimenting her, making statements like, More young women should take lessons from her.

In the meantime, a young man drove into the gas station in an old but nicely kept car.  It was easy to see he had invested a great deal of money into restoring it.  His seat was so far back, my mother and I were wondering how he managed to see over the steering wheel, plus he had a cigar in his mouth that was almost the same size as he.

When our well-dressed young lady spotted him at the pump a few rows over, she started hollering across the aisles in an attempt to get his attention.  It was obvious he was ignoring her, so after a few more attempts, she decided to confront him; that’s when everything went left (downhill).

She was embarrassingly loud during their conversation, trying to get him to acknowledge her, but he kept denying they had met.  All of a sudden she stood back, put her hands on her hips and said, I am that Hoe that was leaning on your car in the park Sunday; Remember?  You got so mad I thought you were going to hit me; as she threw her head back.

I was so disappointed with her actions, and what came from her foul mouth, all I could say was, GIRL BYE.

I actually wanted to go where she was standing and smack that I’m bad to the bone look off of her face.  Of course, that didn’t happen; my mother was ready to do unto me what I wanted to do unto her.  Which was to knock some sense into her, if there is such a thing.  Keep your hands and mouth to yourself, my mother said.

I wondered when self-respect and dignity was going to enter the picture for either one of them?  Most of his and her words are unsuitable for my readers; we are kid-friendly on this site.

Didn’t she know Respecting yourself is the first rule of discipline, and it’s alright to tell yourself No; especially to someone who is not interested in you?

There will be times when each of us will have to choose between being loved and being respected.  If you know what is good for you, your choice should come down to being respected.

We can waste our time trying to make people respect us because we never take into consideration they may not have the skills.  You are only as good as your teacher.  So some don’t know Dignity is a belief in oneself being worthy of the best, and the responsibility to give your best to others?

 It’s Something to Think About!

Thank you, Lord, for your advice and wisdom.  In Jesus name, we pray.  Amen

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What: A Book-signing for I Survived 60 Years to Get Cancer, Then Kill It./The Norvie L. Cherry Story and a Relationship Seminar.

Who: Norvie L. Cherry; Guest Speaker

When: 6/20/2015   12:45 sharp

Where: From the Heart Church Ministries of Atlanta  1583 Westhaven Drive, Atlanta, GA.  30311

Ticket Price: Free

Contact: fromtheheartatl@bellsouth

Phone number: (404) 755-9995

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I am so excited about this Saturday, June 20th, 2015, 12:45 p.m. to 3:p.m.  I’m about to burst, and it’s a double treat.

IT’S MY VERY FIRST BOOK-SIGNING FOR I SURVIVED 60 YEARS TO GET CANCER, THEN KILL IT/THE NORVIE L. CHERRY STORY

I told you this Saturday will also be a double treat.  So, in keeping with my promise, I will be speaking on the Subject of Relationships.  Married, Unmarried, Divorced, Separated, Parents, Siblings, etc…

ALL ARE INVITED.

This meet and greet Book-signing, coupled with the Relationships Seminar is just for you.

EVERYTHING IN LIFE THAT MATTERS INVOLVES RELATIONSHIPS!

Join me so we can put a face on each other while maximizing and strengthening our Relationship at:

From the Heart Church Ministries of Atlanta   1583 Westhaven Drive, Atlanta, Ga.   30311

fromtheheartatl@bellsouth.net

(404) 755-9995

FYI: I am an on-time person, so please be there by 12:45 so you won’t miss the message by being late, using that “ole tired” excuse, “I was only fashionably late, ain’t everybody?”  Well, I guess not if you miss this important event.

Thank you so much for your support and I will be anxiously awaiting your safe arrival on Saturday June 20th.  To God Be the Glory?

Norvie L. Cherry

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The Perfect Moment: Is when the correct decision shapes the rest of our lives to The Glory of God.

When I waken from sleep, in a few moments the World will be mine for the taking; Offering optimism, adventure, experience, inspiration, purpose, fearlessness, advice, wonder, and awareness; just to name a few.

I also know in a few more moments all Hell can break loose, and I will be trying to escape The Troubles of The World; Death, job loss, dismay, disheveled, dreadful altercations, ghastly and grim situations, included.

But for the Important Moments: “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenges and controversy.”   Martin Luther King

Perhaps, Wise moments: Are becoming further and further apart.  But in any moment of decision-making, the best thing to do is to make one.  The worst thing to do is nothing.  Most of us know, It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.  Tony Robbins.

Creative Moments: Start by doing new things to open new doors.  Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.   Albert Einstein

Moments That Matter: The more connections we make with others using our mind, instead of our bodies, the stronger our relationships will become, and that strength will create more real moments we will experience together.

Moments In Doing: Doing what needs to be done calls for us to be brave, and it is also what makes us successful, but not necessarily happy.  It’s what one does that matters, and there is no try in that equation, there is only to do.

Moments Of Separation: At some point, we all will have to say goodby to someone or something.  Weather it’s because of death, distance, or incompatibility; Don’t be dismayed by good-byes.  A farewell is necessary before we can meet again, “Up in the Clouds.”

Great moments: Are when we are at the moment or thinking about  “The Good Old Days.”   We remember those special moments that happened in those days when small and large moments mattered.  Our character may be manifested in the Great Moments, but it is made in the small ones.  Phillips Brooks

In this Moment: Right now is the youngest you will ever be.  Perhaps we should capture it in photographs, for it will never happen again.  Take a mental snapshot of where and how you stand in This time so it can be captured for all eternity.

Just keep in mind those images will never quit looking back at you, especially when standing in front of the Perle Gates.

Moments, Period; Are to be respected for what they are; A Once in a Lifetime occurrence, and everyone should have a sense of Right Now is the Perfect Moment.

Did you know; Right Now is the also the Perfect Moment, second, minute, day, week, month or year to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?

No one promised you another Perfect Moment, or your Next Breath, except Satan.  He will tell you to get in where you fit in, not to worry; “You have plenty of time.”    Do You!

It’s Something to Think About!

To God be the Glory!  Lord, please open my eyes to see what you want from me today, so that in that moment I will be prepared to receive it.  In Jesus name we pray.  Amen

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You were born to win, but to be a winner, you must plan to win, prepare to win and expect to win.  Zig Ziglar

When everything is going against you and you can’t hang on another second; HANG ON ANYWAY.  That’s being in the right place at the right time, and you had better know it.  It’s your blessing; everything changes from there.

It’s easy to get attention; say something stupid, or bizarre.

Unexpected success is just that, unexpected; it will happen when it happens.  But aging is a success that brings experience and with that comes benefits.  The older we get the more we know, the more we know the more that increases our wealth of knowledge.  Now that’s priceless.

If you enter the contest, enter to win.  Treat it as if it is an act of War.  Who enters to take 2nd place?

It takes more to being a leader than thinking you’re one.  If you get the job done you may be one.  But, if you are truly a leader you will have earned respect; which has nothing to so with those stars on your shoulder pads, or a job position; it’s simply because you lead with character.

If you want to live you will have to enjoy life.  I know people who have never been more than 100 miles from home.  It’s a big ole world out there, yours for the taking.  It’s rewarding, exciting, stimulating, and dangerous, but so is where you are now.  Don’t cheat yourself out of your life.  Go For It.

One last thing: You may say what you will or will not do, but necessity will change your mind, often and at an alarming rate.  It’s Something to Think About!

Thank you, Lord, Let everything that has breath Praise the Lord, Praise ye the Lord.  In Jesus name, we pray.  Amen

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The one thing we are all good at is: Underestimating our fellow-man, which can cause a premature demise.  As a Living Witness, I know not to ever underestimate the power of human stupidity, jealousy, the opponent, one’s talents, or their capacity to be violent.  We just never know what some are capable of.

Often when we do good or bad we are asked why.  The word because is the start to explaining a reason.  I don’t know about you, but most times when I use the word because, it is the beginning of an excuse, which is a reason, more than likely a lie, amongst others things…

From My Point of View; Just because a person chooses to refrain from fighting doesn’t necessary mean they’re afraid.  You take your chances when assuming those who are capable of controlling their anger are cowards.

Back in the day, I was the manager of a Club in Pittsburgh Penna… During this time a new patron at the bar told me he had served over 33 years in prison for murdering two men and a woman.  A few months later, and for “No Reason”  he was being called out, and not in a good way.

The problem was another patron who frequents the bar by the name of Jim, decided to harass this mild but murderous man we will call Chunky.  I believe the taunting started because of his size.  Ole smart mouthed Jim was unaware of Chunk’s violent past and history of mental illness.

Also unknown to Jim and the agitators who joined in was the fact that Chunky had been released from one of the most feared penal systems in the United States; Lewisburg Penitentiary, Lewisburg Pennsylvania

Jim had too much to drink and I was afraid if Chunky tired of his tom-foolery; including the laughter from rest of the idiots, things were not going to go to well for any of them.  To my surprise, Chunky remained calm, and I am glad for that, the last thing I wanted to do was call the police, and I’m sure Chunky didn’t want the police involved.

After all the commotion was said and done and I felt safe, I asked Chunky why, but most of all, how did he keep his cool.  With a blank face, this three-time murderer said; I bet he never killed nobody, and I wouldn’t fight him because when I fight, I kill.

From my point of view: Ole drunken loud Jim still doesn’t know the trouble he was in, with his so-called brave self.  We just never know the state of mind of another.

Wait, there’s more; From past experiences, I learned to never take anyone for granted just because they’re quite?  Quite people don’t say much, they just think a lot, and they have the loudest minds that speak with a tiny voice; until pushed too far.

Take heed: Being quite do not mean a quite person is passive;  FYI: Only those who care about you can hear you when you’re quite; I wish.

Married for years, non-aggressive Rosie put up with most of her husband’s nonsense; something he took for granted.  After a rather bitter disagreement; behavior he was not accustomed to from Rosie, he back-handed her across the face in anger.  Rosie without warning stabbed her abusive husband 11 times.

We just never know, and some won’t have a clue until it’s too late, causing us to learn a hard lesson.

Rosie told the police, “A man always hits a woman to get her in line and keep her under control.  I had six brothers and had to fight them all.  I could handle all the loud talk, but when he put his hands on me all I saw was red.”  I think that was the longest sentence I ever heard from Rosie.

From my point of view; People that are taken for granted eventually will become tired being looked over.  Snap is more realistic.  Also, if or when they do snap, the fight will be more than any of us can bear because we will be unprepared for the fury the quite ones are capable of unleashing.  (Pined up Anger)

You just never know.  Some have a plan to try to live a quiet non-assuming life.

They often spend a lifetime trying to not make waves until they have been attacked one too many times; creating the “straw that broke the camels back.”  (Too much to bear.)  It’s best to know when to step back, better yet, it’s best to leave people alone whether they are seeking peace or not.  If you choose not to, you may start a UN-winnable war.

Peace is not the absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict by peaceful means.   Ronald Reagan

I learned a few things because of those two incidences, for instance; “Learn things from those around you, enjoy life with those beside you, and don’t underestimate those below you.” 

Lord, we pray for peace and understanding in our homes and among our peers.  Make your ways known upon the earth.  In Jesus name, we pray.  Amen

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