Stormy Wellington - The Quiet Storm: My Life, My Process, My Victory

The Quiet Storm

By Stormy Wellington

Houston, Texas * Washington, D.C.

The Quiet Storm 2014 by Stormy Wellington

Brown Girls Publishing,

LLC www.browngirlspublishing.com

ISBN: 9781625174888

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First Brown Girls Publishing LLC trade printing

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my mother, Marlene Barclay, my rock, my inspiration, and my motivation! You were always the true epitome of strength and courage and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for instilling these attributes into me. You will always be number one in my eyes! My prayer is that this book will change the lives of thousands around the world - all because of you.

Contents

Acknowledgments

There are so many people that God has allowed to enter into my life and be a blessing to me and my journey. First, I want to thank my Heavenly Father God!! I thank you for choosing me, for I know You would never put more on me than I can handle. I thank You for every trial and tribulation. I thank You for every obstacle and every hurdle for they didnt kill me, they have truly made me stronger. All of these things are developing me to be ultimate woman that You destined me to be.

My family is truly one of a kind and I want to first dedicate this book to my mother, Marlene Anita Barclay, my Guardian Angel. May your soul R.I.P. You taught me so much about courage, fight, and strength. You were the epitome of a strong black woman! I know this book and every page will bless millions. Momma, I thank you for being my mother. I love you.

To my brothers, Bobby and Samuel Barclay, you two are very interesting and strong as well. I appreciate all that you guys have contributed to this book, your transparency will make this book even more special. My sister, Jackie, where have you been?? Thank you for finally coming around! Love you much!!

My friends. Even though there are very few of you, I appreciate you guys for always being there. Corey Eubanks and Katrice Davis, you guys are very special to put up with me all these years!! LOL!

In business there are so many contributors that if I listed them all, I would have to write another book. But I will never forget what so many of you have done that has changed my life. To the best business partner, Demond Coleman, lets get em! We are truly change agents!! Together, we will impact the lives of millions across the country.

Finally, I want to thank my husband (Darryl Jones) for being there when no one else was!! For accepting me as I am, thank you. Love you!! My awesome kids - starting with my firstborn, Hennessy Pearson. I am so proud of you. You are truly growing into a great young man with wisdom!! Maniya Canty, the apple of my eye, I am proud of the woman you are becoming. My Nucey! And God gave me another chance at motherhood with my little DJ!! I love you! God truly blessed me with you, you are an angel! Your smile brightens my day every day!

Thank you Victoria Christopher Murray. You have made my dream come true. Thank you for seeing my vision!

Stormy Wellington Jones

Millionaire Coach

www.connectwithstormy.com

Some of the most powerful storms are the ones you dont see coming! The wind and rain catch you off guard, often moving quickly leaving an indelible impression. The Quiet Storm by Stormy Wellington does just that and then her resilience shines through like the sun on a new day inspiring you toward greatness! A MUST READ!

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Founder, Girl Talk Unplugged

Chapter 1

If people really knew about the beginning of my life, many would say that there was no way success was going to be any part of my future - it was clear that I was born to fail. Born to fail because I wasnt even supposed to be here! You see, my mother wanted me dead; dead before I was even born.

Not that my mother had anything against me; not at all. I mean, she didnt even know me. It was just that she was all about business and I wasnt a part of her business plan.

My mother was an extremely successful street entrepreneur back in the seventies and eighties. She ran a profitable drug enterprise across several states and when she found out that she was pregnant with me - her fourth child - there was no place for me in her world.

She had already separated from my father after shed come home one day and found him in bed with another woman. That was the beginning of the end of their just-short-of-crazy, dysfunctional relationship. After what she endured, my mother was not about to honor my father by giving birth to his child.

So, she headed down to 42nd Street in Manhattan and met with a doctor who shed heard took care of these situations. Only, there was a small problem.

Youre in your fifth month, the doctor told her.

That surprised my mother because with all that had been going on in her world, she hadnt paid attention to the small detail that she might have been pregnant.

Youre really close to the point where it wont be safe to perform an abortion.

I can handle it, my mother said.

Maybe I need to break this down for you - an abortion at this late date will put your life in danger.

My mother gave the doctor a blank stare.

You could very well die! he went on, trying to convince her to keep her baby.

But like I said, my mother was a street hustler. Her business was all about taking risks, she was used to danger. There wasnt too much that scared her - and she had one objectiveto get rid of that thing growing inside of her. She asked the doctor, So what do we have to do to make this work? We can take care of this today, right now if you want because I am not going to have this child!

It had to be my mothers obvious determination that made the doctor finally gave in. Of course, because of scheduling, he couldnt do the abortion right then and there. But he did schedule an appointment for the coming Saturday - just two days away.

Be here at ten oclock, he said, sternly. Ten oclock sharp or I wont be able to do it.

Dont worry, Ill be here.

My mother hadnt gotten two feet out the door before the doctor yelled out to her, I mean it. Ten oclock sharp or else youre having that baby!

Looking over her shoulder at the doctor, my mother threw her hand up in the air and sucked her teeth as if the doctor was getting on her nerves. Yeah, yeah! Ill be here!

The doctor couldve taken that to the bank because that was my mothers plan. She was going to get up on Saturday morning and take care of this situation that my father had gotten her into. Shed get rid of that thing growing inside of her and my father at the same time.

Then, Saturday came and fate intervened - in the form of my father. He showed up to my mothers house in the Bronx at seven that morning, banging on her door, demanding that she let him in.

Come on, Marlene! His yells echoed through the halls of the apartment where my mother lived. You better open up this door. Were gonna talk about this!

But my mother wasnt going to talk about anything. Not with him. As far as she was concerned, this was her body, her baby, her decision and that man on the other side of the door didnt have a damn thing to do with this.

It mustve been their stubbornness that had brought them together in the first place because even though my mother didnt open the door, my father didnt leave. With the October wind chilling even the hallways, my father stood outside that door and banged and banged and banged while neighbors opened their doors, wondering who was making all of that noise so early on a Saturday morning. He banged until a half hour went by and my mother finally gave up and let him in.