The Processed Woman

By Jacqueline Mendoza

The book is about life being a process. It uses personal expereinces to tell a collective story of trial and triumph. The Processed Woman is a personal journey with universal impact.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 3, 2010
• ISBN: 9781456712181

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The Processed Woman

Jacqueline Mendoza

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First published by AuthorHouse 12/1/2010

ISBN: 978-1-4567-1218-1 (e)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-1217-4 (sc)

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Contents

Introduction:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineeteen

Introduction:

I decided to write this book with a clear concept of empowering the reader. As a child of God, it does not in anyway mean that you are exempt from going through challenges. It means that challenges take place for a reason and it is simply to teach us lessons. I have now learnt that the experiences I have been through were meant to teach me life’s most valuable lessons. Having gotten them, the question became what do I, do now. I believe I continue to evolve and grow, which is a process.

I am the mother of five children one unfortunately made his transition in November of 2008. As I went through the process of putting this book together, there were days when I would just cry, as the memories of his passing and all the other life experiences that I had came flooding back.

There were many times when the tape was stopped, to allow me time to cry and express the pain I thought I had dealt with.

There were many cathartic moments and looking back, I believe that the timing of this book was more than about sharing my story with the world, but for my complete healing as well. I have come to a place where I am able to forgive all those who have wronged me, and I seek forgiveness from those whom I have wronged.

I believe that each person has a story to tell. We all have experiences that served to make us the persons we were meant to be.

I pray that you all find the courage to live from the depths of your being, the life you were created to live. Be your authentic selves at all times. Irrespective of your situation in life, you must always know and remember that you are worthy, valuable, loved and deserving of every good thing there is in the universe. God created you, and declared you blessed and highly favored. John 10 vs. 10 says "I came that they might have life and have it more abundantly." He made no mistakes on you. So dear friends, walk with your heads held high. Feel the love of God flowing through every inch of your being.

God bless you.

JRM

I dedicate this book to the memory of my son Joel Stephen Mendoza, who made his transition on November 15, 2008.

My children Wayne, Wendell, Nigel and Tiffany, thanks for your unconditional love.

To my grand children and the rest of my family, be blessed and inspired by my journey.

The process continues….

Chapter One

The Republic of Trinidad and Tobago is an archipelagic state in the southern Caribbean, lying northeast of the South American country of Venezuela, and south of Grenada in the Lesser Antilles. It also shares maritime boundaries with Barbados to the northeast and Guyana to the southeast.

The country covers an area of 5,128 square kilometers (1,979 square miles) and consists of two main islands, Trinidad and Tobago, with many smaller landforms. Trinidad is the larger and more populous of the main islands, making up about six percent of the total area and four percent of the population. The country lies outside of the hurricane belt, in an area in the Atlantic Ocean including the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico, which is prone to hurricane during the hurricane season, lasting between the months of June and November. Marlborough is one of these many landforms on the larger of the two islands, Trinidad. It is there that I was born.

I am the sixth of eleven children of Clifford Rush and Myra Campbell. My parents were considered middle class given the standard of living we were privileged to have. It was in the community of Marlborough that the earliest memories of my years began. My siblings and I were exposed to a lifestyle that most around us were not exposed to.

My father owned land, and having land then meant status. He was also a businessman and many in the immediate community and surrounding areas looked to him for help. He obliged in any way because those who came to him did so out of need.

We were taught from an early age through the examples of our parents, to be kind and generous to others. I recall the beautiful things we were given as children, and the love that was extended to us from our parents, maternal grandparents and extended family.

The community I grew up in was very warm, friendly and inviting. I enjoyed much of my youth there, as did my siblings. The children, with whom I grew up, even though they might have been a little less fortunate than we were, never knew it because their parents did their best to provide for them in every way possible.

Irrespective of the living standard, all had food on their table and shoes on their feet. There was a deep sense of community, which sheltered all the children of that community, from the hardships facing the adults.

The sense of community made it easier for all to cope. All were treated with love, irrespective of their socioeconomic situations. The schools, churches, civic organizations and playgrounds were places where all were welcome and well treated.

My siblings and I were extended that sense of greater community, even though our parents were a symbol of wealth and good fortune. The fond memories of my childhood days were somehow tempered with a bit of reality, I was least familiar with. I lived with my parents for the