Sheila D. Pope - Rebounding From Homelessness: How To Forgive Through The Process

REBOUNDING FROM HOMELESSNESS

HOW TO FORGIVE THROUGH THE PROCESS

SHEILA POPE, Ph.D.

New Beginnings Media & Publishing

An imprint of Popes Resource Center, LLC

New Beginnings Media & Publishing, Pearland, 77581

An imprint of Popes Resource Center, LLC

2021 by Sheila Pope

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Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, King James Version.

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To Christopher, Matthew, Taylor, and London

God has given me four reasons to get up and trust Him

to make me a better mother, Founder, and Christian.

Contents

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o finish writing my story, I decided to return to The Tremont House Hotel in Galveston, TX, on April 11th, 2021. On April 10th, 2021, I traveled to Galveston to secure a room for the entire weekend; however, things did not turn out as I had hoped. It was almost impossible to get a room at the hotel because Galveston was packed with people (see Figure 1). The rates for rooms were double their usual cost, and I could not understand why it was so challenging to secure a space anywhere. It seemed to have slipped my mind that Governor Greg Abbott, on March 2nd, 2021, reopened Texas 100 percent and lifted mask requirements. Also, people were still receiving their second round of stimulus checks, so they were able to enjoy a beautiful weekend without masks, without six feet distance rules, and with a bit of extra money to spend time relaxing with their family and friends.

When I decided to pack up and drive to Galveston without a plan, I kept replaying my memories of my time at The Tremont House. My desire to finish organizing my book drove my determination to go there again. When I write, I have zones or moments when I know it's time to focus on finishing up a project. I decided on April 11th, I was going to travel to the one place that made me feel like I could write a book. On May 17th, 2017, I attended Houston Community College's Faculty Retreat held at the Tremont. At that time, I was an adjunct English Professor for the college. I was so excited because the college paid for my room, and I was away from my children. I stayed in room 210. As I walked into the room, I saw myself writing a book.

In May 2017, I was alive and very aware of the physical and mental changes I was experiencing at 48. I had left my job as a teacher in an urban school district. I was filled with hope in 2017 at The Tremont House Hotel (see Figure 2). I was open to doing something new with my life. I knew I would write a book at the hotel, but I did not have a story to tell in 2017. By April 11th, 2021, my life changed four years later, and I had enough experience writing multiple books.

Earl Simmons, known as the rapper DMX and one of my favorite rappers, died on April 9th, 2021, after a long battle with drugs and alcohol. He had a brief fight with COVID-19, but a drug overdose was the official cause of his death ( Vulture, 2021 ). DMX had several heart attacks and never recovered. I watched a clip from DMX and Snoop Dogg's Verzuz on July 22nd, 2020. After performing the song "Slippin" (Simons, 1998), DMX told Snoop Dogg, "You have to write your pain! Write your pain!" (Simmons, Earl, Verzuz, 2020)! He said he wanted to share his pain with other young men to avoid his pitfalls and pain (Simmons, Earl Verzuz 2020)! I felt like God had allowed me to hear DMX's words again. After his death, I listened to his songs with a different intention, and his words resonated with me.

I had to use a different method to write this book because the pain I experienced was excruciating. I cried when I listened to the audios I recorded. I cried when I looked at different photos. I cried when I saw Facebook memories from two years ago. I knew how far God had helped me progress, but I still remembered the pain behind my smiles. I cried while I typed my thoughts and words in different chapters of this book. I had to take breaks while I wrote this book. My intervals were sometimes months because it hurt to sit back down and face the fact, I lost my identity of being an "excellent" teacher in 2016 and a proud single black female homeowner in 2019. My experience writing this book was unlike writing educational material. There was a time when I could not sit for hours and edit and re-write papers. My heart had never been in my academic writing.

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rom February 2014 until December 2017, I worked with at-risk African American and Latino students at a high school. By February, I was my students' second teacher. The principal loved the school, and he had plans to turn it around. He became ill and died at the beginning of my second year at the school.

The seniors I taught were book and street-smart, but some were difficult to deal with because of their life experiences and jaded attitudes. I had to learn how to work with them, and they had to learn how to deal with my demands, personality, and expectations. I had to accept my students' attitudes, poor attendance, and low expectations. Our classes were interrupted due to threats from rival gangs, and students would fight anywhere for any reason.

When I started work at high school, my students challenged me at every juncture. I taught English, Pre-Advanced Placement English, Advanced Placement English, and English IV during my second year. I always believed I had the best and brightest students in the building. When I told other educators where I worked, they would smile and give me a look. Some would question my logic, but I knew I was supposed to teach there. I left teaching at Texas Southern University to be more effective and make more money. I understood my students' grades did not always indicate what I knew about their potential. I was determined to succeed because I knew I was an excellent teacher. Over time, my students began to believe they were the best students in the building. They performed well on their local and district benchmark assessment and other assessments like students who knew they were the best and brightest students. The change I did not expect was I grew to love my students like they were my own. I spent countless hours at games, events, and time with my students. More importantly, I grew to love their community too. I invested my time, money, and resources into my students and the community. I believed in the power of showing kindness, respect, love, consistency, and challenging my students. I saw myself in the female students.

I understood my female students at their core. I understood why they fought to the death. When I lived in a low-income apartment complex and was pushed too far, I would respond verbally or physically. I was always bold and fearless. I was book smart and likable, but deadly if you took my money or hit me. The girls in my classes were smart, always on defense mode. They had to be to survive in their community.