What The Princess Discovered

By Delecia Holt

   The former Republican congressional candidate for the House of Representatives from California, Delecia Holt, was propelled to national awareness during the 2006 elections when she became a candidate to replace Randy "Duke" Cunningham, the former member of the House of Representatives in San Diego's 50th Congressional district.  Because she was the only female, Republican that entered the race she stood out in a sea of male GOP candidates.  But, what was striking about her was that she was the only "Black" female to enter what was later termed "the Good Old Boys Club" of millionaire, white male candidates.  And by all accounts with regard to her political savviness, it is said that she had matched them stride for stride.  While there were two "Black" male candidates that entered the race, they soon fell to the wayside.  Holt's tenacity, intense passion and love of her country, the United States of America, her sense of compassion for those in need, and her eclectic work experience is what many believe catapulted her to sudden prominence within the GOP.  And, is what may have also caused many others to target her. Holt was an up and coming rising star within the GOP party. 

     What The Princess Discovered is a humorous blend of autobiographical and social policy analysis that deviates from the typical and is unlike any other you have ever read.  In it, Holt recounts her unique childhood and the insight that her racially diverse heritage and the experience of being raised in a family blessed with numerous members from exotic countries, profound philosophical beliefs, fascinating cultures, varied traditions and religions from around the world affords her.  She also discusses in great detail the civil rights era that she was born into, her loss of several family members to cancer and other catastrophic illnesses, the discovery of twenty-seven lumps in her breasts, her arrest in 2008, the trial process, her initial incarceration and subsequent re-arrest in 2010 roughly six-and-a-half hours after being notified of the death of her Mother for alleged probation violations and how those experiences impacted her family members lives, the life of her teenage daughter, their relationships, and her spiritual growth.  As  well as virtually every major political issue facing the American people and the citizens of the world today, offering her unique insight and hopeful strategies for reforming broken governmental systems that have left so many of their citizens disenfranchised and actively voicing a need for practical solutions.  She also shares with the reader her fascinating experiences and admiration of such incredible personalities as U.S. Presidents, other U.S. political figures, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, Albert Einstein, Walter Cronkite, Michael Jackson, Mitt Romney, and various others. They have had an immeasurable impact on her life's journey.  Encounters that are divine twists of fate. She discovered that the world is not what she imagined it to be, when she was a child.

     Her personal losses, love, challenges, national defense, and call to civic duty strengthened her desire to serve the great people of the United States of America.  In this book she shares her vision of hope for the future. She hopes that by sharing her failures and triumphs that someone may find the courage to pick them self up again, dust them self off and walk those last few feet, across the finish line to personal victory!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Delecia Holt
• Release date: Nov 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201272586

Delecia Holt

The former Republican congressional candidate for the House of Representatives from California, Delecia Holt, was propelled to national awareness during the 2006 elections when she became a candidate to replace Randy “Duke” Cunningham, the former member of the House of Representatives in San Diego’s 50th Congressional district.  Because she was the only female, Republican that entered the race she stood out in a sea of male GOP candidates.  But, what was striking about her was that she was the only “Black” female to enter what was later termed “the Good Old Boys Club” of millionaire, white male candidates.  She also discusses in great detail the civil rights era that she was born into, her loss of several family members to cancer and other catastrophic illnesses, the discovery of twenty-seven lumps in her breasts, her arrest in 2008, the trial process, her initial incarceration and subsequent re-arrest in 2010 roughly six-and-a-half hours after being notified of the death of her Mother for alleged probation violations and how those experiences impacted her family members lives, the life of her teenage daughter, their relationships, and her spiritual growth. 

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WHAT THE PRINCESS DISCOVERED

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Delecia Holt

WHAT THE PRINCESS DISCOVERED

Copyright © 2015 by Delecia Holt. All rights reserved.

Second Edition Copyright © 2017

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Scripture taken from the Good News Translation in Today’s English Version- Second Edition Copyright © 1992 by American Bible Society. Used by Permission.

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DEDICATION

To my darling daughter, Isabel, whom the Lord blessed us with. The copyright to this work is also granted to her as well. I love you, Isabel. Infinity × Infinity = Forever.

To my loving family members—past, present, and future—you all have been steadfast in your faith in the Almighty. I am extremely proud of you all. Thank you all for your love and support.

To those that have stood by me and believed in me throughout it all, you all have earned my deepest respect, love, and admiration.

To the Almighty that lovingly created us all in His image, thank you, Lord, for placing these beautiful beings in my life.

—Delecia

December 30, 2010

CONTENTS

Chapters

1. The Princess Syndrome.............................................10

2. The Harsh Light of Reality...................................... 20

3. The Tree of Love...................................................... 43

4. The Power within Us All ......................................... 47

5. A Princess’ Duty ...................................................... 57

6. All Frogs Are Not the Same .................................... 67

7. The Importance of Family ...................................... 80

8. Faith in Happy Endings ......................................... 94

9. A Night at the Ball ................................................ 117

10. The Magic of Belief ............................................... 132

11. Miracles Happen Every Day ................................. 147

12. The Hope of a Princess .......................................... 159

Notes ........................................................................... 164

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1

THE PRINCESS SYNDROME

Once upon a time, a few dark tales ago in the deep dark South, a little princess was born, and she ventured out into the world to find her prince charming.

That little princess was me. You may find this amusing. I found a lot of frogs, but not the prince charming I always dreamed of. However, I did discover a few things about how life works. Things such as why human beings were created, how this magnificent womb we live in called the universe was created, and why we exist.

Hey, it only took me forty-nine years.

I studied applied research in college. This is just a fancy

name for those of us who want to stalk other animals and

not be considered creepy!

Anyway, watching others live life can be very entertaining. But it requires more than just watching. At some point, you find that you just might have to throw down the gauntlet and actually participate in the lives of those you are observing. Something I’ve always tried to avoid, such as the plague, mainly due to the fact that no one, and I mean no one, on earth was shier than little old moi.

At any rate, there finally came a point in my studies where I was told by my sociology professors and mentors that I’d have to get off the fence, so to speak. It was time to make a decision! They said, and not in so gentle terms, that good researchers had to do one of two things.

Be an observer—stalk others and record their behavior, the

Darwin approach to research. Or I could be a participant observer, kind of like a Jane Goodall, only with humans, which for anyone who knows me knew that the mere word participant used to scare the bejeebers out of me.

Why?

Because if you look up the words participant and participate, you’d find that it meant that I’d have to take action or actually decide to do something. Anything! I’d have to become involved? Involved, in or with something or someone and that just was not going to happen. No way, no how!

Look, as a child, I grew up in a multiethnic neighborhood. Growing up, I recall that my family was usually the only black family in the neighborhood. In junior high and high school, we lived directly across from the Denver Museum of Natural History and the Gates Planetarium. This was located in the City Park, across the street from my house. During that time, Denver was a very conservative place, and my family’s values reflected that. So perhaps you can understand why the mere suggestion of my growing up to be something other than reserved seemed ridiculous to me! How could I possibly be expected to act out, participate with groups that seemed to revel in the sheer excitement of living life to the fullest? Observe them and collect data. No problem! But join in on the fun and actually participate?

Major problem!

Well, you’ll be relieved to know that I was not a hopeless case after all. After several spirited debates with my sociology professors and mentors to whom I am most grateful, I found the courage to step outside of my ultra-conservative life that had been carefully lined

with don’t make a scene wallpaper and became a participant observer in life. Much to the delight of my professors and mentors. But what they didn’t factor into their statistical equations was the Disney factor. I watched a lot of Disney growing up. So prepare yourself!

It first dawned on me in middle school that the world may not have been an accident.

Go figure.

I was in Bio 101, listening to a teacher explain to the class the proper procedures for chloroforming frogs, prior to the dissection of the poor little creatures when my frog decided to make a run for it, or more appropriately, a leap for it! Needless to say, I screamed. The frog screamed! I leapt off the stool! The frog leapt off the lab table. Then, I knocked down my lab partner, Angela, all to the roars and laughter of the other students. It was while chasing the frog around the classroom that I noticed its innate ability to continuously evade me. Then, something curious happened. I stopped chasing the frog, and time stood perfectly still. While the others in the classroom kept yelling, screaming, laughing, and cheering the frog on. The teacher calmly sat at his lab table in the front of the classroom and meticulously followed policy and procedure. Then, he began dissecting his frog, seemingly oblivious to our antics.

Hello, earth to teacher? We’ve an emergency here.

As I continued to watch the frog leap here and there, I realized how perfectly formed, its muscles were. How beautifully froggy green its slick, shiny skin was and how every time it leapt in the air, it resembled a ballet dancer (circa Swan Lake).

That’s when I first discovered that the world was not a random chance of coincidences. I started thinking about what Albert Einstein once related to his colleagues. He proposed the idea that God doesn’t play dice. That God doesn’t leave things to chance or acts of randomness. And that, that was the very catalyst that drove him in his research to explain natural occurrences and move his thought processes forward in developing his theories of relativity, etc.

There is order in the universe. Sleekly, shiny green froggy order.

By the way, I have to confess something right now. Not many people know this about me, but Einstein was my crush up until high school. I was a nerd, overachiever, square peg—you name it! What can I say? I was odd-looking. He had that hair! Books were my only real friends. Put two and two together and you get the square root of something. Anyway, you’ll be happy to know that I moved on to trendier crushes such as Clint Eastwood, Cary Grant, Captain Kirk (the William Shatner, Captain Kirk), John Wayne, Errol Flynn, James Bond, Bruce Lee, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sidney Poitier, Robert Redford, etc.

All of which were too old for me, but that was the most endearing quality about them. Their old age made them safe. Because I knew I’d never have to actually meet them, then stand there tongue–tied, trying to find something profound to say to them. And as fate would have it, I matured and broadened my horizons, made a few more wishes, and before you knew it, I was crushing on the likes of Denzel Washington, Johnny Depp, Vin Diesel, Pierce Brosnan, Owen Wilson, Bruce Willis, Jet Li. Oh well, back to high school!

During high school, I discovered that some boys are retarded, and some girls are stupid!

You see, a guy sees a girl and decides that she’s the one! She’s going to be my girlfriend no matter what! That’s what pops in their shiny green heads. Boys seem to take one of two approaches. So they proceed to do one of two things. Boy number one chases her until she gets tired of running away and decides to let him catch her. Boy number two bullies her until she finally relents, and he catches her. Then a curious thing happens—he professes his undying love for her. She, on the other hand, does one of three things. She runs, while knowingly being chased by him to spur him on. Thus, teasing him until he can’t take it anymore. Then she willingly submits to his desires. Or she is genuinely frightened by his bullying, and she immediately relents and submits to his desires. Then she constantly plots how to escape the bully she now professes to love. Or the other approach is that she flirts, teases, and taunts him so that she has him

so confused that he can’t recall if he was chasing her or she, him. So, he throws up his hands and asks her to marry him. Then she wakes up one day and asks herself how did she ever settle for such a pushover, and then she wants a divorce. But she can’t bring herself to initiate it. She tells her friends that he seems so helpless and couldn’t match his socks without her help. So she bides her time and graciously smiles. All the while telling herself under her breath that she should have gone for the bully. Because at least, he’s assertive and successful!

Of course, this all occurs to her after she visits her friend

Marge whose husband just surprised her with a new trinket from Tiffany’s just because!

Meanwhile, he’s lying in bed desperately trying to visualize what she used to look like seventeen years earlier. Pre-childbearing. Pre-gray hairs. Pre-cheesecake binges. One-a-week with him. The other two, she eats alone. Pre-friend named Marge. Who relentlessly continues to compare his assets to those of her husband’s while constantly remind-ing him that Marge’s husbands are bigger, better, stronger, and like the Eveready bunny, last longer.

Pre-this! Pre-that!

Man, Betty White is looking pretty good to him right now! After all that mental exercise, he’s exhausted! So he does what any other man would do. He rolls off her, kisses her on the forehead, and says, Thanks. That’s when she realizes that she hasn’t climaxed in a decade. Or was that gas due to her intolerance to dairy products?

She made a mental note, Lay off dairy. Marge says there’d be a noticeable difference in their sex life if she cuts out the dairy products. And of course, Marge should know!

I don’t think that’s the way our Creator intended men and women to feel about one another. Let alone, love one another. I seem to recall during my wedding vows that the minister said something to the effect of love is patient and kind. It is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and it’s faithful, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.1

I’ll be the first to admit after hearing the minister say that, I lost it behind misty eyes, and the next thing I heard him say was, I now pronounce you. And that was that. I’m certain there was some I dos in there somewhere. I was all dolled-up, looking like a Disney princess and missed kissing my prince charming. Of course, I must have kissed him. It’s part of the marriage ceremony. I remember practicing the kiss during rehearsal. But the one day I am supposed to remember it, I zoned out! My whole marriage ceremony was a blur. For that matter, my whole wedding was a blur. Hint. Hint.

But, that’s okay because this Disney princess got her first wish—sparkling jewelry, which was something old. My second wish, a house, which was something new. The groom was borrowed, but I didn’t know that at the time. My third wish, a beautiful luxury car, which was something blue.

Plus an extra wish, a Cinderella-like off the shoulder wedding gown that I just had to have or the sun would never shine again. Another something new! I love shiny new things. Hey, I’m a girl. What can I say?

And, oh yes! Best of all, my white diamond Cinderella slippers. That sparkled so bright when the light would hit them that I think a few people at the reception saved on LASIK surgery. Another something new! I love these magic wishes!

Hey, Disney can do that to a girl! I guess all those other magic wishes were to make up for the something borrowed—the frog that I thought was a prince.

All I am trying to say is instead of settling for what the highly observant and gifted playwright Oscar Wilde called the next master to serve, why not choose to participate in the selection process of your next mate, and choose one that compliments you! A person that is actually secure enough in themselves to take the time to get to know you. And isn’t too afraid to allow you to get to know them.

You can spend the rest of your life imagining and dreaming what that relationship with your real prince charming will be like. Or you can take a risk and participate in making that relationship a reality. As did the incredibly intelligent insightful best-selling

author Agatha Christie who discovered after her divorce to the man she believed to be her prince charming that he desired to be a prince charming to someone else, someone she knew. While Agatha stated that she didn’t welcome the idea of their divorce. She was astute enough to realize that once a man’s eyes fall in love with another woman, the bell has been rung, and one cannot unring it. All one can do is appreciate the beautiful tones it emits. And try to share love, even during the midst of hearing your own heartbreak. Then hopefully, after the pain subsides, find the courage to make yourself vulnerable enough to fall in love again when another prince charming tells you that he loves you. Of course, there are no guarantees in life. Agatha so wisely shared in her autobiography entitled Agatha Christie: An Autobiography the emotional risks she had to confront when a young man named Max Mallowan asked her to marry him. The man she hoped would turn out to be her real prince charming!

They were told that their relationship wouldn’t last because of the age difference. Agatha was Max’s senior. She was told by several family members that she would be taking a terrible risk. Because of their family member’s constant negativity, she began to doubt his love for her and almost walked away from him.

But