Tahiera’s Tahieraism
It is the end of 2013 and my days up until now has been a life of choices … some good and some bad.
When life was very difficult for me and all my hope for seeing another day seemed like it would not come to pass, I simply felt secure. I had fought the good fight and there was nothing else I could do, but wait for the outcome of the battle. The day came for me to make my choice. I chose to give my children the right to life. I made the ultimate sacrifice to give them that chance. The man that had taken over my home and held us hostage did not expect me to do such a thing. You see, he knew that my faith in God was what kept me alive so long. He did not suspect that my faith was strong enough to let go of my last breath. I’ve heard that many soldiers survive the war, because they have something to live for and I’ve also heard that so many soldiers that made the ultimate sacrifice, told someone to reassure their loved ones of the love they had for them.
Hope can be seen through the sacrifice of a loved one, a family matriarch, or a hero. Hope can be seen through the life of someone who has endured against incredible odds. Hope can be seen as a man passes a plate of food to a homeless person and looks at them as if they are somebody. Hope can be seen in many ways, but it is more assuring when somebody can pass it forward by doing good and leaving a legacy behind. When I made the ultimate choice that could have ended my life, I’d done my best to reassure my children that I wanted them to live on. I felt like they would finish the battle and I never doubted their strength.
Today I tell the story of those horrific two years, with the hope that our story will give encouragement and hope to others who has endured a terrible life story of their own. I am only a voice in the wilderness and I pray that my words of motivation can lead to the light at the end of the tunnel of darkness and despair.
“I am Tahiera Monique Brown and I believe in miracles!” tmb
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