The Rhythm of My Life: Tuning into the Rocky Rhythm of Fire
By Yvon Milien
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In The Rhythm of My Life, he narrates his story. Inspirational in substance, this memoir offers a perspective of how to deal with the challenges, how to tune into the rhythm of fires the wind of destiny blows into life. Milien tells how providence, the government of God, made him aware that the only way to overcome the negative was to develop his inner strength.
Milien documents his sour, spicy life to share with others the methodology he used to deal with his dilemmas. Providence persuaded him to see that sharing his story was a vehicle to inspire others and help them make their lives an adventure rather than a sentence.
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The Rhythm of My Life - Yvon Milien
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iUniverse rev. date: 12/07/2018
FOR THE FEW
If you are genuinely interested in reading this memoir, it is because you are among the few.
NOTE
This memoir is not intended to hurt anybody. If I cause any harm to anyone, please know that it is unintentional. I changed the names of most characters. Most of the dialogue and emails in this book were originally in Haitian Creole, and others were in French.
Than
k you, my Almighty, for teaching me to do thy will,
For making me understood that no crucifixion no glory,
For leading me from the shadow to the light,
And from the precarious to the definitive.
I will strive to continue moving forward no matter what.
I will never stop striving to improve myself and
To maintain the understanding I have developed so far.
I would rather have my skin, my muscles, my bones withered.
I would rather have my flesh and my blood drying up.
But I will never give up my efforts
Until I achieve the objectives I was destiny to accomplish by the virile perseverance of energy and effort.
To my mother, my grandmother, my future wife providence selects for me, and to all who have supported me throughout my life.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
My experiences have taught me that providence—the government of God, the master of the universe, Allah, the super soul, or whatever we call our Creator—indeed exists. Because providence is real, the haphazard does not exist. Nothing happened to us for no purpose. God is our king; he may act as he pleases, and he may well put us in painful situations to watch us grow up. He may light a fire to burn our egos down to build a higher one so he can sing our glory. And sometimes, we may be so confused that we ask ourselves, Is it God or we who started the whole ordeal?
I had no intention to write my memoirs, but circumstances—I should say providence—forced me to do so. I have faced delays, denials, frustrations, isolation, failure, betrayals, affronts from friends, and the premature loss of loved ones many times. My experiences were a mix of the sad and the tragic. I had to develop values to survive and support myself in my everyday actions. Providence made me aware that the only way to escape was to develop my inner strength. I believe my memoirs are not a matter of chance because what happened in my life was meant to happen; my duty was to find a way to deal with my dilemmas.
As someone who studied sociology, mass communication, and international relations and who loved methodology courses, I always made connections between methodologies in an area of study to understand the meaning of information and how we unconsciously cope with life’s dilemmas.
I believe methodology is a critical part of every life including dealing with our problems. Some of us may use negative belief systems including harmful thoughts, negative feelings, drugs, alcohol, or sex addictions to cope with life events. Others may apply a positive belief system that includes positive thoughts and feelings, meditation, and prayer to solve life’s problems. Positive methods in themselves have no value; what people bring to them creates solutions for problems. How the users mix the ingredients or the art the users bring to the procedures creates good results, so how people use the free will, intelligence, understanding, wisdom, courage, and patience the creator invested in them is critical.
My motive for writing my memoirs was simple. Since many are struggling with problems similar to mine, desire to solve their dilemmas, and achieve peace of mind, I have documented my sour, spicy life to share with others the methodology I used to deal with my dilemmas. Providence persuaded me to see writing my memoirs as a fantastic way to inspire my brothers and sisters and help them make their lives an adventure rather than a sentence.
If you want to determine if my methodology will work for you, you’ll simply have to read my memoirs and think about them.
CONTENTS
Chapter 1 Develop the Right Attitude When Faced with Trials
Chapter 2 Friends Are Sacred, but Some of Them Could …
Chapter 3 … Set Fire around You
Chapter 4 Voodoo Attack
Chapter 5 First Treatment
Chapter 6 Simple Answers to Problems Are Not Easy to Put into Practice
Chapter 7 A New Treatment with a New Voodoo Priest—Drinking Vomit Tea
Chapter 8 The Trip to Cornillon
Chapter 9 Transformed Like My Favorite Superhero
Chapter 10 Relapse, New Voodoo Priest, the Voodoo Bath, and My Pillow
Chapter 11 Breakup with Francine
Chapter 12 The Accident
Chapter 13 The Funeral
Chapter 14 Heart Split between Margaret and Francine
Chapter 15 Francine Gets My Heart Again
Chapter 16 Francine Lost My Heart Again
Chapter 17 Margaret’s Palm Reading
Chapter 18 The Death of a Dream
Chapter 19 Rosita—A New Dream
Chapter 20 The Engagement Party
Chapter 21 Unexpected Troubles in New York
Chapter 22 Effective Strategies to Deal with Crises
Chapter 23 Thanks to the Grace of Providence!
Chapter 24 Mrs. Erickson
Chapter 25 Life’s Brightest Dreams Were Racing with Me, but No Family Prospects
Chapter 26 Behaving Like a Bird
Chapter 27 Beautiful Ebele from Nigeria
Chapter 28 The Phone Call
Chapter 29 Narnette
Chapter 30 Playing the Gentleman
Chapter 31 Clever Narnette
Chapter 32 Compliant to Please Me
Chapter 33 First Trip to Haiti after Two Decades
Chapter 34 Engaged Again and Pressured to Move Back to Haiti Permanently
Chapter 35 A Brooklyn Wedding
Chapter 36 An Email from a Colleague
Chapter 37 The Surprising Surprise
Chapter 38 Our Honeymoon Cruise
Chapter 39 The Last Three Days of the Cruise
Chapter 40 Narnette Wants a Divorce
Chapter 41 Narnette Changes Her Mind about Divorce
Chapter 42 Narnette Expresses Understanding
Chapter 43 Not Again!
Chapter 44 Yes, Again
Chapter 45 Miscarriage of the Expected Flow of Love
Chapter 46 Object-Oriented Love and Non-Object Oriented Love
Chapter 47 Hellish and Paradisiacal Moments in Our Lives
Chapter 48 A Message from Narnette’s Sister
Chapter 49 The Third Time Was Everything but a Charm
Chapter 50 The Wind and the Pollen
Chapter 51 The Greatest Magic of this World
Chapter 52 Life is Like a Wagon
Chapter 53 Vulture Philosophy and Jackal Philosophy
Chapter 54 Mixed-Feeling Experience
Chapter 55 Make Life an Adventure, Not a Sentence
Chapter 56 My Relationship with Rosita
Chapter 57 The Creator Is Always Right
References
About the Author
CHAPTER 1
Develop the Right Attitude When Faced with Trials
A fire was burning in me, and I could not determine whether God or I had started it. The story is that Emperor Nero started the great fire that burned ten of Rome’s fourteen districts so he could build a palatial complex and that he watched the conflagration while wearing a tragedian’s costume and singing about the beauty of the flames with accompaniment from his lyre.
I learned that when we set our lives on fire, we shouldn’t waste our time trying to find out if we or a mysterious force started the fire; screaming and jumping won’t put it out. We have to tune into its rhythm to survive and wait patiently for the mercy of the Almighty, who with an outstretched arm will put it out for those who fully surrender to him.
CHAPTER 2
Friends Are Sacred, but Some of Them Could …
Based on my early adolescent observations and understanding as well as what I heard from some adults who were close to my parents, I thought life was a straightforward process, a linear function: we are born, go to school, develop the skills for a job we like, get married, have families, and exit this world when our time is up. I never thought that life was a sine function.
I thought friends were sacred. I thought they helped each other progress in all aspects of life. My parents and especially my grandmother always reminded me to be careful with friends because some of them could set my life on fire, but I gave all my friends the benefit of the doubt and assumed they were right. I saw friends as gifts from heaven to support my progression in life. I never thought I would have envious, bitter, and hidden enemies at my young age. I did not have any conception of evil. I knew diseases existed because I was always sick when I was a kid. For four years during the 1960s, I had a sickness that stands out in my memory.
I was suffering from intussusception; according to my doctor, one segment of my intestine was folded into an adjacent portion of the organ inward and into itself, and that caused swelling and pain. He put me on a strict diet to save my life and told my grandmother to follow his advice to the letter. A lot of kids in Haiti died from that because their parents could not see them suffering from not eating a good meal. For seventeen days, I had only a small cup of grapefruit juice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every morning during those seventeen days, my doctor gave me a couple of shots, and as a result, I developed trypanophobia—a fear of needles.
During that time, I learned that the woman I had thought was my sister was actually my mother; I had thought my grandma was my mother. My mother was beautiful; her black hair, elegant nose, and diamond-shaped, delicately sculpted, thin face made her look like the nun she had aspired to be when she was little, but my dad had persuaded her to change her mind. She had an elegant, gentle, ladylike personality and a comforting voice. Her dark-brown eyes and calm, grave gaze made family, friends, and acquaintances feel very comfortable around her as I always was.
My mother thought I was dying, so she let me know I was her son. I learned that my father had been in the military and had been shot to death by an opponent of the government when I was a year and a few months old. My mother showed me a picture of him in his military uniform. He was a handsome young man. Like my grandmother, he had a square visage with high cheekbones. Because my grandma had lost her two sons and my mother had to rebuild her life, my mother gave me to my grandma to raise. I grew up with my older half-sister on my father’s side.
It was hard for me to be on such a diet. I was hungry all the time—food was constantly on my mind. To ease my pain and to keep me from being tempted, my grandma didn’t cook or even eat anything in front of me because the doctor said that if I ate anything, I could die. But it was hard for my mother to see me starving, so one day, she tried to smuggle food to me. My grandma was very vigilant, however; she stopped my mother and continuously watched her when she was around me. Thank God I survived.
My conception of the enemy started to develop when I was fifteen. My predisposition led me to befriend everyone who had hobbies in common with mine as was the case with my best friends Phill, Jacky, Chanel, and Pierre—my childhood and neighborhood friends who were older than me. Chanel had a very light complexion while the others were browner. Only Phill was taller than me, and none of us was rude to our elders. They liked to make fun of each other, including me, because I loved reading comic books. None of us was overweight; I guessed that was because we were physically active.
Though they were older than me, we had a lot of fun playing soccer, practicing karate, going to movies, singing while I played guitar, and reading comics. I was the one who always bought comic books, and we used to share reading them. They sat behind me on the stairs of my grandmother’s porch as I read them and raised them high so they could see the illustrations. And when I’d tire of reading, one of them took over that task.
I was not aggressive as they were when it came to girls; I was shy. They encouraged me to find a girlfriend, but I did not see anyone in the neighborhood who attracted me.
As September 1971 was winding down and school was around the corner Lady Luck smiled at me. Francine moved into the neighborhood. She was fifteen and was a few months older than me. Her parents rented one of my grandma’s apartments. About a month and a half later, Francine and I couldn’t help but fall in love. She looked a little like my mother. She was a pretty, regular-sized woman and very sexy. Her purposeful, inspiring, and elegant walk fit her slender body perfectly.
Every time she smiled at me and her electric eyes met mine, she lit up my heart. Her passion for helping me develop faith in God attracted me to her. I loved her honesty and respect in her dealing with others; that made her sexy in my mind. She had gorgeous, dark hair. What attracted me particularly to her were her every Sunday church beehive hairdos, her baby-doll eyelashes, and her beautiful white teeth rooted in purple and dark-pink gums that matched her dark-brown skin.
The Saturday evening of the last weekend of October, most of my neighborhood friends and I gathered in the front yard of my grandma’s house. The thirty foot by twenty-six foot front yard had no landscaping or garden. We used to play soccer two against two every weekend and every school vacation there because our parents did not want us to play on the street.
That October evening was warm and humid. An abnormally large moon filtering through the clouds gave the night a mysterious and lovely panorama. The trees swayed gently in the breeze. Fresh air filled my lungs while I sang, and I felt refreshed and exhilarated. It was a breathtaking evening to serenade a woman I loved. I was playing the guitar, and a few of my friends were singing My Favorite Colors,
which I wrote for Francine, to the tune of Leon Dimanche’s song Rien Que Toi.
Brown is one of my favorite colors
Because it’s the color of your eyes.
Black is one of my favorite colors
Because it’s the color of your hair.
Dark violet is one of my favorite colors
Because it’s the color of your beautiful gums.
Write is one of my favorite colors
Because it’s the color of your teeth.
Brown is one of my favorite colors
Because it’s the color of your skin.
I really love these colors
Because they are the characteristics of your body
Every time I see these colors
I think about you, and my heart is overwhelmed with joy.
Please be with me for the rest of my life.
Will you give me the chance to be with you?
Francine and Didanne, who was a guitar player too, were sitting on their apartment’s stoop adjacent to my grandma’s house. They seemed to enjoy the show. Later, when they went in their apartment to go to bed, most of my friends expressed their feelings for Francine. They were fantasizing what it would be like if they had Francine. I couldn’t help it. I said, Sorry guys, but she’s my girl.
At first, nobody seemed to hear what I said, but then Phill, who always believed he was the star every girl in the neighborhood wanted, asked, Did you say she was your girl?
I smiled. Aren’t you happy for me? I wanted to surprise you guys. I got a girl now.
My friends’ enthusiasm froze. A few minutes later, they left, and I went to bed.
CHAPTER 3
… Set Fire around You
Francine and I did not hide our love for each other. We didn’t see anything wrong with being in love, but Francine’s brothers and sisters except Didanne were against the relationship. It was difficult for us to spend time together and learn about each other.
After a couple of months, I guessed based on her observation of my behavior and attitude that Didanne was becoming an untiring advocate for me. She persuaded her family to accept me. When Didanne started dating Holly, who was a big brother to me, we went on many double dates. Francine and Didanne were members of the Salvation Army, and I attended their church a few Sundays.
Suddenly, Francine’s and Didanne’s attitude toward me became strange. One day, I asked Francine if I had done something wrong. Francine told me that she and Didanne never thought I would even think