Danny's Trauma: A Wife's Faith and Commitment

By D.A. Brooks

This story is sure to inspire and give you faith in Gods work. In this story, you will find that Deborah found that God did hear her prayers. As she learns how to be patient while she gets acquainted with her new-found friend who is her witty inner voice. As she stumbles up on her spiritual cell phone that gives her a direct line to God; and into her divine gifts that have been given to all of us. However, as she goes through Dannys Trauma, she started to wonder where God is. And after searching for answers and praying and crying for God to bring her out of this awful storm shes in. She learned to be still and the Great Teacher, whom God, is will always be silent during a test. She learns some very valuable lessons during the test, and that is that every test is a lesson, and every lesson is a test, and you must be quiet and still for both to pass. Especially when the storms of life are raging, and God does something extraordinary our faith is tested. Sitting and thinking of nothing more encouraging than to look back and think about the things God has done, things that only he could do. Particularly, on April 11th 2011, the day of my Dannys Trauma!!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469199689

D.A. Brooks

About the Author Deborah A. Brooks is a native of Chicago who’s now residing in Tennessee with her husband of twenty years, Daniel, and her son, Brandon. Deborah is the middle child and has four grandchildren. This fun-loving, outgoing fifty-five-year-old has written three books. The inspiring writer has a wild and playful imagination enjoyed by many people. To contact D. A. Brooks, e-mail her at [e-mail].

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Danny’s Trauma

A Wife’s Faith and Commitment

D. A. Brooks

Daniel L Brooks Sr., AKA Uncle Bob, Danny, Brooks or Starlight Stat

Copyright © 2012 by D. A. Brooks.

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Contents

Dedication . . .

Acknowledgements . . .

The Cloudburst . . .

Trauma Unit . . .

Somebody Need’s to talk to me ASAP . . . Day 3

A Step Down

Home alone

"Time to Work and Wake

that body up" . . .

"Don’t Nobody Bring Me NO

Bad News" . . .

Danny’s bottoms up in Surgery . . .

Day 4 . . .

"Yaw Irritating Me . . .

"It’s June Now . . .

Another Saturday Morning . . .

Father’s Day . . .

Family’s here . . .

"Foolishness . . .

My friend Gerty . . .

Terry’s Gone home . . .

Faith and Patience . . .

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my husband Daniel L. Brooks Sr.

When the storms of life are raging, and God does something extraordinary, our faith is tested. Sitting and thinking of nothing more encouraging than to look back and think about the things God has done, things that only he could do.

I recently looked back on several incontestable works of the Lord in my life. He provided for our salvation through Christ, my education, and understanding through this storm of Danny’s Trauma. He led me in the choice of calling him. God gave me my life’s companion, and then later provided a miraculous healing for my friend, my husband. What was a tremendous encouragement when it occurred and still is as we remember it today; one experience that will always be a reference point in our lives. The storm on April 11, 2011, of Danny’s Trauma! This is the obvious work of God that no man can take away from us.

Love your wife Deb!

Dedication . . .

To my good friend Johnnie Mae Smith a.k.a Gerty, whom passed away while I was writing this book; I thank you my dear friend for going through Danny’s trauma with me, when you unselfishly was going through your own. I miss you my friend, and if it is in Gods will, we’ll meet again. One thing, that I know is that you are in heaven. The great school teacher whom you were here on earth is teaching, not only on education, but on the power of love and friendship. There’s an old saying that if your life on earth is full of sin that when you die, you will come back again. "Well my friend, I don’t aspect to seeing you down here on this earth anymore . . .

Acknowledgements . . .

Giving honor to God, who is the head of my life, to God be the glory that sits’ high and looks low. He is the Alpha and Omega the beginning, and the end. God courteously gives each of his children Grace and Mercy. I want to take this moment and thank you, my heavenly father, for shining your light on me. It took a long time for this book to happen. ‘But’, it did because I believed, but one thing for sure it couldn’t and wouldn’t have happened if it had not been for you; sometimes my nights were longer, then my days. ‘Even so,’ now I see how I made it over, and for that Lord, I give thanks. I thank you for that peace that passed all understanding and the joy ‘that’ unspeakable joy down in my soul. God if it had not been for you, I never would have made it. One thing for sure, I would have lost my mind. Thank you for being a strong tower late in the midnight hours, and early before daylight when I sought your face with a pure heart trying to understand what direction my life was heading in you said, fear not my child," and I didn’t anymore!

To Odell and Sarah Armstrong, my mom and dad whom I would like to give a special thank you, especially to my mother, whom I love so much, Sarah Armstrong aka my road dog (lol) who is a sanctify Holy Ghost filled, tongue speaking, prayer warrior. My mother who has and still is sticking by me like a hand, and glove partnership. Every step of the way, she never mumble or complain about being tired at her God giving seventy-four years of age. Mother went through Danny’s trauma, right along with me; I love you mom.

To our family and friends . . .

Thank you to all who could have come and didn’t, and to those whom could and wouldn’t. Thanks to Danny’s church (Higher Ground) and Select Staffing Danny’s job for your support. And all the prayers from around the world Thanks again for your support and love, during this time.

Special thanks to my neighbors, John and Teresa for cutting the yard and looking after the house. Furthermore, to my job, for your support and prayers; and to my wonderful staff, I love you guys.

Erie a.k.a Wubby and Brooklyn a.k.a Brook, Brook thanks for keeping granny sane, I love you two girls.

This special and heartfelt thank you goes out to my brother-in-laws. Terry you were truly a God sent, and one of the most unselfish person I have ever encountered. Stanford and Nicky, thanks for always being there to transport Danny. We were so blessed to have had both of you here to help take care of him.

Vanderbilt Stallworth Rehabilitation Hospital . . .

Thank You!

Special thanks to my book editor Iishia M. Mayes, Shirley Easley and Mary Armstrong.

A special thank you to the PO Money Entertainment, and the Soul Queen Production Co.

The Cloudburst . . .

April 11th, 2011, 3:20 p.m., I’m at work when my cell phone ‘started’ to ring, it’s a number, I didn’t recognize; However, I answered with a hasty hello. The voice said, hi may I speak with Deb. I replied with suspicion looking out of the corner of my eyes; She’s not here, would you like to leave a message? Can’t be too careful, might be a bill collector, and my payday was a few days away, she said, hi I’m Rita; I’m calling on the behalf of Dan. I asked her to hold on, and I came back altering my voice with a hello. This is Deb. How can I help you? "By now, I’m thinking it’s one of his doggone checks cashing places, or maybe this woman is calling to say she’s having an affair with Danny.

I heard a cell phone ringing, but, I know, I’m on my phone so I just ignored it.

My Inner Voice: "Girl’ that brings to mind a song by (Barbara Mason the one when she calls the woman’s house and boldly publicizes saying, Shirley, this is Barbara, your man is mine), mmm . . . enough of that, even though he’s a good man, but they do lose their minds too. She took a deep breath.

My Inner Voice: Why is she breathing so hard?

I shook my head, because I’m hearing another voice sounded like the actress, Wanda Sykes. I raise my eyebrows up and peeked over my shoulder only to be standing there alone. Anyhow, the caller continued with he’ has been in a terrible accident. I froze and started in with the usual questions WHEN, WHERE and HOW. She shouted, please calm down and meet the ambulance at MTSU; I mean MTMC hospital. Before Danny passed out, he told me to press the number two on his cell phone, and I would get you. I also have his green bag with his cell phone, and keys. "I thanked her, responding I’m on the way.

Inner Voice: Who in the hell is number one on his phone?

Who are you? Shut up!

I grabbed my purse while leaving more orders with Rachel as I walked out of the office door in slow motion with wobbling legs. My nerves wanted to get in the way, besides it wasn’t time for any fear. I walked to the car and slid my body inside, while sticking the key into the ignition starting it up then pulled out of the parking space, heading down Mercury Blvd, stopping at the light. I started praying. I said, God give me traveling mercy now you take the wheel. I couldn’t remember where the hospital was that I had been to so many times. I finally made it; while Jesus parked the vehicle, and directed my feet to move to the emergency-room entrance. I took a look around observing my surroundings, glancing out of the corner of my dark-brown eyeballs for the caller, wondering if she’s an older woman or younger, is she black or white. I headed to the desk; the nurse got my attention by clearing her throat as she gazed over her reading glasses with her bifocals attached, saying, "can’ I help you? I couldn’t speak let-alone think of my own husband’s name, then it hit me; I yelled out Daniel L. Brooks Sr.; I end with ma’am.

She was not impressed by my tone. I could tell with the eyeball swapping she gave me. The nurse had me feeling like a three-year old, who slipped out a cuss word at church; and who was about to get spanked. She stared over her cheap dollar store bought glasses. Then, as she gazed down at the supercomputer screen replying, he should be arriving shortly, you can take a seat, and we will call you.

Inner Voice: Na,’ I’ll come back and see you in a few minutes; if he doesn’t arrive quickly, I ‘might’ have to holler at you girlfriend real soon!

Inner Voice: Oh, girlfriend we have not been properly introduced. I’m your hood girl, I will be hanging with you for a while as you go through this. Oh, child you shouldn’t look so confused everyone has one? This new generation calls it your alter ego, and yours is just coming forth right now because of this traumatic experience you’re having. People give their Inner voice a name, So what are you going to name me?

Hold up, sister whatever you do, don’t name me Wanda. The last person, I was assigned to, be with. She named me, some doggone Wanda Jean, and no Keisha or eshia, anything like that, something cute!!!

I sat there for a moment thinking that it’s official and have hit rock bottom. OMG I have truly gone crazy because, now, I’m hearing voices. One thing for sure, I have to keep her a secret because, my family would surely lock me up in the loony Ward. Okay miss smarty pants, how about Judy?

Inner Voice: Name me that and watch me leave you.

Okay, let me think for a second. How about Fannie Mae? No wait, I will call you Sinora. A’ight I like Sinora its got a certain flare to it.

Inner Voice: A’ight, better than Wanda Faye or Judy.

I said, to Sinora (frowning) what part of the hood you from? I have never acted like this.

Sinora: Mmm . . . you know you got some hood with you because you’re from the Southside of

Chicago you better not forget, your roots, or I’ll have to bring it back to your memory Just remember, I’m one of those ride or die chicks; that be with you when you think you’re