Silence, A Hero

A lot of people think that the best way to survive a tragedy is to cry for help, but as some of us learn, silence can be the lifesaver. As a young girl, Jodi Manners entered childhood in tragedy. A maniac grabbed Jodi from the sidewalk she was walking on, threw her into a dark van, and raped her innocent body. He then drove a dagger through Jodi’s arm, begged her to scream for pleasure, and smile when she cried. Continuing to cut her young flesh, the maniac told Jodi to let the evil run out of her wicked body, and laughed as she bled.
After the maniac enjoyed his pleasure of Jodi’s pain, he took her to a place far away and threw her into a room with a bunch of girls.They were crying, bleeding, and some lifeless. They laid all over the place bloody and scared, tied to poles and chained to walls, and begging for mercy. There was no telling how long they had been there or how long this had been going on.
Soon after seeing this and being a part of this continuous nightmare, Jodi noticed the violent torture always occurred when the maniac would rape his victims and become outraged when they screamed. He always told them, “You sound like a whore when you beg for my touch.” Then he would torture them until they stopped screaming; even if it meant death. It was something Jodi found it hard to “get use to.”
Finally one day, when the maniac dragged Jodi outside where he had slaughtered some of the young girls, he tied her to a tree and told her she was next. Jodi noticed her hands were slipping from the rope and prayed inwardly for a chance to run. As the maniac laid the shovel he was digging her grave with down and turned to pick up the bodies of the other girls, Jodi grabbed for the shovel and swung it into the back of his head and ran. She didn’t look back to see if he was dead or anything.
Jodi made it to safety far away and was picked up off the streets by the law. After growing up in a group home, Jodi healed on the outside and grew on the inside, alone. She never told anyone about the tragedy; instead she excused her scars as abuse from a home from which she ran away.
Some people would think Jodi needed to open up and tell someone about the tragedy she completely understood, but in this incident, Jodi is the only one who understands the cost of crying for help. So don’t always assume that counseling is the best thing for everyone because if the only thing that can harm someone is opening up about something only they know, it’s better off left alone as the owner’s secrets to deal with.

1-15-1993
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Narrative assignment for professor and friend S.J.
There was a mutual profound silence after her remarks regarding this paper meant as a challenge to me because I was a silent person. I was surprised by the unique friendship I found in her supportive silence. I had no idea she thought so much of my writing.

PLAGIARISM

Plagiarism is not the creativity or talent of a person’s writing ability,
But the stealing of a writing or ideas
That are not the creation of the person being given credit for it.
A poem in a magazine may have been the result of plagiarism.
The person who sent it in may have copied it
Out of a book or other magazine,
Just to get the credit for writing it.
A music artist may have produced a song that was plagiarized.
The song would have been credited to the music artist on his or her album,
But was stolen from its original writer.
A motion picture movie may have been the creation of plagiarism.
The film may have been created by the ideas that were stolen
From a writer’s script that had not yet been published.

11-13-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: When my English Professor and friend JS told me and a fellow classmate/writer that I was prolific, I thought she was trying to insult me. She smiled as they both laughed at me, and she explained that she was saying I had innate writing ability. Again I thought she was insulting me.So again they laughed, as she explained that I was born with the natural ability to write in meter, rhyme, and form, even without training. She said it was refreshing to read writing that she knew was not plagiarized. She had to explain that as well. I don’t know who was more surprised… her that I did not know the definition nor that people did that, or me to think anyone would steal someone else’s life experiences or thoughts when they have plenty of their own. She challenged me to write on it.

When I Was Pregnant

When I was pregnant, help came from an unexpected source.
The family I expected to lose was tickled
And eager to help by being there with me through it all.
My friends were there for me as well
By taking me out and listening to me when I needed to talk.
My sister went to all of my doctor appointments,
Became my labor coach, and went to my labor classes.
My grandmother, my mother, and friends
Threw me a baby shower at 8 months pregnant.
When my sister went into the hospital with me,
They would not let her go into the delivery room
Because they had to put me out to do an emergency c-section;
However, I still consider her to have been there all the way.
With the way everyone celebrated in my room for 4 days,
I sometimes wonder if it wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to me.

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My English professor J.S. gave me a challenge to write on the best thing to ever happen to me. It was easy to think of my son. I honestly believe God used him to save me and my family from ourselves. We were a very dysfunctional family torn apart in different places. As an unwed teen mom, I thought it was very normal to be disowned by your family, and thought life was only going to harder, thinking even that to be normal. God surprised me! My son Anthoni brought everyone together, and changed our family and our lives forever. People who knows us today, but did not know us then find that hard to believe. That is what God can do with a testimony. God is my hero!