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Thursday, August 11, 2005

Blessed and Cursed

3rd Mega Fest was definately on point and so many bounds were broken and I believe I connected to God like I've never done before. Our relationship is getting so much stronger and I love the feeling but I love the fact more {if that makes sense to any of you} I've seen some of my prayers answered and I've gotten reasoning for why I haven't seen others done yet or at all, and I'm ok with it {I'm tryin}. We landed back in Philly on Saturday night and I really missed our hotel {Our hotel was BANGIN} We met a few celebrities: Blair Underwood, Jason Weaver, and Yawanna from America's Next Top Model, and the suites we beautiful and comfortable.
Sunday morning I was up and ready for church back at BWC, MegaFest was wonderful but I missed my Bishop's voice and delivery. So me and Tasha went with her family and of course Bishop ripped it up {I wish I could just feel what it's like to be her when she enters what I call "her moment"} Anyway after church we decided to all go out to Friday's on City Line Ave and who do we see in the parking lot??? Allen Iverson. It was cool, he was a lil quiet but he did say "Wassup" and held the door for us.
The waiter took too long with the food, so we complained and they gave it to us to go for FREE!!! I wasn't goin complain 'bout it..lol..So this weekend is lookin really great, until...
Tasha's mom had to get back on the road to head back to Boston and Tasha was comin ova to my house. We got the corner of my block and as she turns into the street, this woman in a minivan slams right into my side!!! I screamed Jesus Christ and got out the car. I felt fine but I banged my head really hard to the door so that was killing me. I ran to the other side of the car and Tasha caught a panic attack {I need more patience with that} I took her seatbelt off and just told her to breath and ran around to check on the woman in the van and she was ok too.
I called the ambulance and they came pretty quick and took Tasha and the woman to the hospital, they told me I could ride with the cop since I seemed to be ok {I was a lil pissed about it but then I thought about it, an ambulance ride is $400 alone-Thank You Jesus}
I had to wait in the waiting room for about 3 hours with a splittin headache {I wouldn't wish that on anyone} the light was killin me but the emergency room was packed so I had to wait. I couldn't get my mother so my ex called her and of course she was hysterical not really helpin, when I talked to my dad he was sleep and couldn't really grasp what was goin on, a few minutes after I hung up on him he called back a lil flipped. My girls from Temple who are also Deltas came through and threatened to blow the hospital up if I didn't get seen by someone {Brooklyn chicks are so hood...lol...LMAO} it helped a lil...
What we couldn't understand was, Tasha was inside sayin she was in SOOO much pain and there was NOTHIN wrong with her!!! That was pissin me off, because you didn't get the hit and the person who got hit is sittin in the waitin room dyin but not bitchin as much as you are who didn't even get tapped!!! But whateva, I finally got in the back and they gave me percocet and sent me home. A 5-6 hour wait for a 20 minute consultation. In the midst of all this two of the women who came there to support us were gettin ready to fight in the lobby...it was all too crazy.
My father came to take me home to NY to see my doctor who concluded that I ripped a muscle in my back and would have muscle spasms for at least 2 months :-(. But then Daddy had a dream and when he prayed about it he finally told me and explain to me what it meant: Because you're a child of God, you will always be blessed, but because you are a fighter for God and you boldly make fun of Satan you will always be attacked. "You will always have to take the blows of those who you cover, until they too become a problem for him...but you're built for it so neva back down" Those words really scared me but also touched me...My father always seems to have this high level vision for me that I can't really see but he makes me tough because he sees where I need to be so until I fully understand where I'll end up, I'll let him train me...I love you Daddy.

Dr. C.H.,MD {prayerfully}
P.S. Pray for me, I'll be bringing the word at a church over in Camden on Saturday morning.

posted by DSweet1 @ Thursday, August 11, 2005

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