Shattered Silence Volume 1: ''Breaking Free''

By Taneen M. Swindell

This book came about during a time of despairity. I had lost my job and had been out of work for over two years. I then decided to look within to try to help my family stay affloat in our new world of so many uncertainties. I wrote this book out of my pain, insecurities, struggles, and many adversities. This book was written from one victim to another to help them realize that "we" can take all that we´ve been through and become empowered by it rather than to blame others or sulk. This book was designed to help bring the winner out of people that has once felt like a failure, it´s also to free people that has victimized others and encourage them to come to true repentance & completely change their way of thinking as well as their way of life. This book was written by a tender flower that throughout the process of writting this book has since grown into a cement rose. I´m much stronger then I used to be but even with all that has transpired in my life, I still dare to truly love others and genuinely care about them. Thank you for reading my books, God bless!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465338037

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Shattered Silence

Volume 1

Breaking Free

Taneen M. Swindell

Copyright © 2011 by Taneen M. Swindell.

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Foreword

My family and me

Pow!

1st crush!

Thoughts of my dad

Little miracles

Blind sided

Sweet escape!

Fire!!!

Brooklyn arms

The unexpected

Duplicity

Some kind of wonderful!

The love of my life!

Our new home

The accident

God’s blessing

Death in the family

Get out!

Timber!

Trial to triumph!

New beginnings…

In sincere dedication to the many people that have gone through or that will go through any of the struggles that I’ve faced in my past. No matter the obstacles that will come your way; some may cause you to stumble and others may even cause you to fall… Choose to find the strength to get back up and keep trying! You are still important so stand up and let your voice be heard! This is what separates conquerors from those that are conquered.

Keep looking up so that when a new day dawns, you too will rise!

Acknowledgments

I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE thanks, praise, honor and glory to my God. He gave me each and every one of my extraordinary talents, but I thank him mainly for giving me the gift of writing. He has strengthened me and gotten me through each and every single one of my struggles. He loved me unconditionally even when I didn’t love myself and gave me worth when my many sins made me feel worthless. It was him that taught me... I’m so much more than my feelings! When I couldn’t see any good in me, it was his love from eternity, his patience, kindness, grace, mercy and favor that looked past all of my faults, idiosyncrasies, in-securities and ignorance and decided to bless me with so many wonderful gifts. I thank you! I have now learned to love, accept, and see the good in myself because of him. There are no words that could possibly express the gratitude that I have for all that He has ever did for me. I love you so very, very much, and I thank you a thousand times ten and more. Thanks again for making me an heir of the kingdom, even if I’m the smallest in the kingdom..... I’m glad to be apart of it! Thank you for being my very best friend even when others turned their backs on me, looked down on me in judgment, and even laughed because they didn’t understand me. Thank you for sticking by me when I would have deserted myself. Who deserves my praise the way you do? Who deserves my very best? Who am I forever indebted to? Absolutely and totally no one but you! I would also like to thank my precious Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, one for his matchless name, for his precious blood, and ultimately for saving me! I could go on and on talking about the many totally awesome, magnanimous things that He’s done for me but this book would probably be too long. Thank you Jesus for revealing even the smallest part of Yourself to me, my life has changed and I will never be the same! Thank you Holy Spirit for all of Your help. Thank you for getting me through all of the pain and struggles that I faced before the journey and even during the process, and completion of this book. Thank you also for bringing everything back to my remembrance and giving me the strength to get through it all. I avoided so much of my fears and hurt for many years because I was afraid to deal with it but You held my hand and helped me to get past it all. You all gave me the strength to face my past in order to grasp a hold of my future. The Trinity is behind me and there is nothing that I can’t do! I love you and thank you All so very much!

To my loving mother Frances Swindell, there aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe how much you truly mean to me. You’ve taught me to have a back bone along with so many other things that I know now and will forever cherish. I love you dearly Mom and I’m ever so grateful that we made it past all of our struggles and have now become the best of friends! I didn’t appreciate a lot of the things that you instilled in me as a child, but I’m ever so thankful for all that you did. I now know as a parent, that you made it look easy but it was very hard! I can’t properly express all the love that I have for you on one page, so please accept this very small token of my affection for you. I love you mom and I always will, thank you so very much!

To my wonderful children- You’ve inspired me to be all that I am. You’ve also caused me to want to fulfill every God given desire that I have for success. There is no love in the world that could ever come remotely close to that of a parent to a child and I’m so glad that you all have given me the chance to experience that. I love you all so very much; I think I love you more than life itself! I love you with all of your flaws, all of your faults, I love you for being the people that the almighty God created and gave to me. My life and my outlook on life have drastically changed because of you all. The largest container in the world couldn’t contain all of the love that I have for you! I hope that one day you understand just how much you’re truly loved by me! I want to be all that God has called me to be just so that I can do like the bible said which is to leave your children’s, children an inheritance. All of you are so talented and your assignment is to use your gifts to give back to the world. I would never trade either of you or any of our experiences for anything in the world! Remember one thing… you can only be you, so be the best that you can be! I remember as a little girl, I said that I wanted five children. After I had you three, you became so important to me and I want all of you to know that when I finally close my eyes and rest eternally… you will be able to look back and know that I did was for you. I also want you to know that there’s no dream too big or too impossible to achieve. Whatever you put your mind and heart to, you CAN make it happen. Anything is possible with hard work, sweat, and perseverance. Keep God first and everything else will fall in place. I love you all so very much and wish you all the very best in your future, God bless!

To my immediate family- I truly love each and every one of you ever so dearly and may God give each of you a very special blessing for all that you’ve done for my children and me. Thanks again, I love you all… God bless!

To all of those at Xlibris and all the others that have helped to make this book possible… I truly appreciate all of your hard work and efforts in helping me to get this book out of my head, on to this canvas, and finally published. You all are truly appreciated. God bless!

Foreword

I WORKED AT THE NEW York Presbyterian hospital but in October of 2008, I and several others were laid off due to the recession. As anyone else, I was upset for many reasons… the bills would soon be due (and although I had a spouse at the time that helped me) I still had to uphold my end. I had so many plans, the holidays were approaching and two of my children’s birthdays were right after the holidays. I quickly began searching for work again. After several months, I began to drop my standards because I couldn’t find anything paying the amount of money that I was used to. Before long, a whole two years went by and although I was getting unemployment, my spouse made more than enough to carry our three children and myself and our bills… being out of work began weighing on me in more than one way. My spouse began to look down on me even though I searched hard daily for work and even went on job interviews. I was even called in to Fed Ex after applying 6 times with no luck! But my spouse didn’t approve of it and put me down for even desiring t want to work for a low paying job. So on top of being depressed for being out of work, I was now beginning to become emotionally abused as well. I was a Christian and I couldn’t understand why I was having such hard luck. I began praying even harder to get a job and still no luck! The crazy thing is that I prayed for myself and even began praying for others to get a job as well but the three people that I prayed for… every one of them got a job but I didn’t! I was happy for them that God answered my prayer for them but I was very confused to why nothing was happening for me! So I prayed again but this time I asked the Holy Spirit, Why can’t I find a job? He then said to me, You’re a writer. He then asked me to fast for three months and I admit, I skipped a few days every now and again. Being that I had so much time on my hands, I began to do positive things to keep my mind sharp so I began reading more books. I then read someone’s autobiography and the book was trashy. I thought to myself if they could write a book and it actually sells, I know I could write a book too! So on March seven-tenth of two thousand and nine, I set out to write my autobiography. I was going to write about a fantastic life that I never actually lived. A book filled with lies, lies and more lies. While writing my book, several months past and I now became serious about finishing my fake autobiography. When I reached the fiftieth page of my book, the Holy Spirit came to me and said, If you’re going to write a book, tell the truth and don’t leave anything out! I laughed and said to him, Everything? I laughed because I thought he was joking! He again said, Everything! Still in disbelief, I said to him You mean all of my experiences? He said Yes! I said Even the stuff I’m still too ashamed to admit to anyone? He said, Everything! I became upset with him because I didn’t always live such a good Christian life and I wasn’t big on telling everyone all of my business! Aside from that I thought who am I that he would even ask me to write my autobiography! He said I’ll deliver you if you write this book and get it published. So after my new found circumstances, I became reluctant to complete my story. I didn’t want everyone in my business let alone knowing any of my deep dark secrets. Some of which if I told at one point in my life, they would bring me to tears. So I stopped writing my story and tried to tip toe away from what he told me to do. I went about my business and began to do other things. On October ninth of two thousand and nine, the Holy Spirit came to me again and said If you trust God, you’ll complete your story, you won’t leave anything out and you’ll submit it to be published. I tried to come up with so many excuses on why I couldn’t write my book but he refuted every excuse that I came up with. Thus my book came about! I had to write and rewrite my story until I removed the lies. It was during the time of my three month fasting that my book (Shattered Silence Breaking free!) was conceived.

Now, I can admit that I’ve lived a truly amazing life thus far, and I don’t have any regrets. I believe all of those things happened to me for a reason, and although I didn’t like it, I’m thankful it because it made me stronger! I’m so grateful that these were the only things that happened to me because there are people that have gone through so much worse! My life experiences have given me a smile that no one can take away, because God made me a conqueror through it all! It gave me pep in my step because I know who I am now and who I belong to. When I think of myself, I say; I am truly blessed to have received God’s grace through it all! If I ever met someone that has read my story and can relate, I pray it would help them know that God can help us all if we let Him, regardless to what the situation may be. I also want them to know that they are loved, very special, and so dear to God. He touched our lives so that we could help someone else. Don’t hide your testimony, share it. The bible states that "we overcome the enemy by the blood of the lamb and the word of our testimony! If we’re constantly looking at our past faults and failures, we’ll never see the many blessings that God has right in front of us. Therefore I released this book as a way of letting go of my dark past in order to behold my very bright future!

God bless!

I WAS WILLING TO FORGIVE him, if he was willing to do the same for me. I thought to myself as I stirred the rice; I hope he likes what I’ve cooked because I slaved over this meal that has taken almost all day to make. I made a medium sized pot roast with fresh potatoes and carrots and homemade gravy, white rice and biscuits. He absolutely loved my home made biscuits so I had to make those. Let’s put it like this, I did my damn thing in the kitchen and was in need of some definite retribution! I was totally exhausted but found a little strength to play with my son after he and I had eaten. I loved my son and although he was only eight years old and an only child, I didn’t want to make him feel alone. I gave him a nice hot bath with his favorite toys, and then put him in the bed. I later took a nice hot bath with some of my favorite bubble bath from Avon. Oh, it smelled so good! I later put lotion on my skin until it was satiny smooth. Afterward I put on sexy lingerie set even though it was very hard to find something to fit over my large eight month pregnant belly. I fixed my hair really nice, put on a little make up and tried to stay awake as long as I could. Finally, I dozed off but later when I woke up, it was after 1 a.m. Matt was supposed to be here by nine p.m. I checked the caller I.D. and there were no missed calls! I then checked my cell phone but again, no missed calls! I was a very light sleeper so if he’d knocked on the door I would have heard it. I said let me call him, maybe something held him up or maybe he’s in traffic or something. The first and second time I called the phone rang several times then went to voicemail. I then left two messages telling him to call me back and let me know if he was ok. I waited a half hour but he still hadn’t called me back. I later called six more times (psychotic huh?) I waited until about 2 a.m. My anger inside slowly began to swell up and turn into rage. I then proceeded to put on my beige snorkel coat over my pretty blue lace lingerie set; I walked into my kitchen as my tears fell endlessly. For some reason this time they seemed to burn like fire as they rolled down my cheeks. I thought to myself, I refuse to be used like a napkin and thrown away by another (curse word) man! I grabbed a box cutter out of my kitchen drawer, put it in my coat pocket and walked quickly in the blistering cold to Matt’s old house which is where he was headed earlier that day when I saw him. His house was on Fulton Street and Throop Avenue by McDonald’s. I was so angry that I didn’t even feel the cold ten degree weather as I stood outside of his building ringing his door bell waiting for him to answer. I stood outside for three hours calling him but he never answered his phone. I had full intent to kill this man! One of the many that tried to play with my head, the one that thought he could whip me with his love, get me pregnant and then treat me like I didn’t even exist anymore. This time, I had something for him that he’d never forget!

My family and me

MY FATHER ROBERT YOUNG WHOM I love and miss dearly (passed on January 28, 1998), he was born in Welch West Virginia in September of 1942 to the late Harrison Young & Netty Mullins. He named me Taneen Monique Swindell at birth. I was born on August 2, 1974 at 4:22 in the morning and I weighed 6lbs and I was 18 1/2 inches long. My place of birth was at the Brooklyn Jewish hospital medical center in Brooklyn New York. I have a caramel complexion, I’m kind of chunky, I have Chinked eyes. I have very thick, shoulder length, dark brown hair which is hard to comb so my mom straightens it with a hot comb on the stove. I’m very smart and pretty. My mom tells me that I have big pretty legs like my dad’s mom. My mom calls me her baby and that makes me feel special. Some of my many hobbies entail my love for reading, writing, drawing and anything that pertains to art, listening to music, dancing, have fun, smiling and laughing but most of all I love being me! Another favorite of mine is being out in the sun. In the summer time I like to sit quietly with my eyes closed and like a sponge- soak up the rays of the warm sun. To me this is so relaxing, it makes me want to sleep which is another thing I love to do.

My mother’s name is Mae Frances McNeil. She was born in Florence South Carolina on March 8, 1942 to Clara Jacobs (who’s now eighty six years old & the late Robert McNeil who passed when my mom was just a little girl.) My mom and dad have four children together whose names are, Chauncey, Ed, Michelle and myself. Aside from us my mom has six other children from her first marriage and their names are, Candice, Happy, Karen, Roman, Perry, Princess and we also have a step brother whose name is Jacob, He’s older than all of us. In my large family, five of my sisters are older than I and one is younger than me. Out of my three brothers, all of them are older than I am. My sister Candice is the oldest girl, she has 2 children and lives on her own, my sister Karen has her own place too, my brother Perry lives with his girlfriend, my sister Princess lives with her boyfriend who’s about 30 years older then she and my brother Roman comes and goes from time to time. There are only five of us still living at home with my mom. That’s Happy, Chauncey, Mecca, my brother Ed and I. I love my family and they love me. They call me Shamama it was derived from Sha mama’s baby, which is what my mom used to call me when I was really little.

Pow!

MY MOM SAID THAT I was born with asthma but it went away when I was two years old (thank God!). One day my siblings were going across the street to the playground to play and I wanted to go with them. (Children don’t know about rules at two) I saw them leave and I tried to catch up to them. I snuck out the door and still trying to catch up with them, I got hit by a car as I attempted to cross the street. I flew up in the air and hit the ground. Using my critical thinking skills, I made up the first part of this particular story but the car accident was real (I personally didn’t remember the story at all but this is what I was told had happened)

1st crush!

I’M CURRENTLY ABOUT 4OR 5 years old. We live on Green Avenue in Brooklyn, in a small building. We have to walk up one flight of stairs to get to our apartment. Today is a big day though because we’re moving. We pack all of our things into a really big orange truck and we’re finally on our way! My brother Ed and I rode in the back of the truck and the ride is really bumpy but I like it. After driving for a while, we finally reach our destination. Our new residence is on 395 Adelphi Street, we live on the second floor in a huge apartment. It’s strange to live in a new apartment but I eventually make 2 friends, their names are Shona and Kisha. One day, I look out of my window and my friend Kisha is playing with a really cute boy. I think to myself, Who’s that? Once Kisha realized I was looking out the window, she yelled up to me, ask your mom if you can come play with us. I thought that was a great idea so I did and my mom said yes. It was about 11 in the morning, it was the summer time and it was hot outside already. We sat on the stoop of our building and played with the boys cars. He eventually told me that his name was Mike and I told him mine. Mike was very light skin, skinny, a little taller than me, soft naturally curly hair and he smelled like Johnson & Johnson baby powder. He was the cutest boy I’d ever seen!

After a while, my sister Karen began going to Mike’s house a lot so I began to ask her if I could come so she’d take me. (Children learn what they see) I liked Mike and I wanted to be around him all the time. Several months passed and it was now winter. One day, there was a big party at my grandma and grandpas house and everybody came. We danced, partied ate and had so much fun! I ABSOLUTELY loved times like this! Before I noticed, my sister Karen walked up behind me and said, Look who’s here? I turned to see and guess who it was? It was Mike. This had instantly become the best party ever! Time seemed to pass quickly and everyone slowly began saying their goodbyes. Soon, everyone was gone except Mike and I. My grandparents had gone in their room and closed the door and left Mike and I in the living room. We were waiting for my sister Karen (who was now dating Mike’s uncle Trey) and Trey to come and get us. We sat for a while in a dimly lit project room with our elbows in our knees, hands holding up our faces as we talked. I then got up and walked to the window and looked out, I wanted to see if Karen was on her way back yet. Mike then came over and began looking too. I was getting really sleepy and I wanted to go home so I leaned up against the wall and looked at the ceiling, wondering when they would come. Mike walked over to me and we continued to talk but something was happening. I began to feel really nervous. Mike had never stood this close to me before. So I moved over a little (in the opposite direction) but he moved close to me again. He then stood in front of me and asked me if I wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend and I said yes. Then he held my hands. My hands began to get sweaty like his were and I couldn’t look him in the face without laughing. I put my head down and laughed and asked, What are you doing? He laughed too and said, Do you want to kiss me? I said yes then we closed our eyes and kissed. Wow! My very first kiss, I’m in love! My relationship was short live with Mike because he eventually moved away and I never saw him again!

I’m now 6 years old and I have a little sister name Michelle. She’s two years old and she and I play in the house a lot. She’s too small to go outside by herself and I’m not old enough to take her out to play so we play on the fire escape that my mom made safe for us to play on, when we want to go outside and none of our siblings are home to take us. Most times we play for hours on the fire escape and have fun (but Michelle is the baby and everyone takes her side so she starts trouble a lot) but she gets upset easily and cries so my mom makes us come inside. I like having a little sister but sometimes it gets hard because I used to be the baby and I got all the attention and now Michelle gets all the attention so I feel left out. We have a dog name lady, she loves us and protects us but she’s very mean to strangers. One time, a man came to our house and he was drunk. My mom warned this man 2 times that he had the wrong apartment. Apparently, the guy was confident that this was the apartment that he was looking for came so he came to the door again and this time he walked in. All of a sudden, we hear lady barking and running down the hall. She violently attacked the man and it took two adults to get our dog off of him. Once the man was loose and my family had let him out the house, he shouted that he was going to sue us. I don’t believe he was drunk anymore after that.

My mom loved animals so we always had a few of them in our house. We eventually got a Chow-Chow. It was orange and kind of big; I think we called him Hercules. My mom would warn us that he wasn’t like lady; she said that he was kind of mean. He and lady even got into a couple fights at their dinner time. Lady would eat all of her food then eat his food. One day everything was all calm and then out of nowhere, there was a whole lot of commotion. Everyone was rushing Hercules down stairs and shouting about killing him. I couldn’t understand because we all liked him. They stringed him up on the fire escape and began choking him. I was yelling, Why are y’all hurting him? It was at this point that I was informed that he lunged at my baby sister Michelle and almost bit her eye out. My mom was on her way to the emergency room with her. The dog wiggled his way out of the noose and ran away. We never saw him again. I cried because I loved my baby sister and it was at this point that I realized just how much I really loved her.

It is now1982 and I’m eight years old, I don’t remember too much before this time in my life although I’ve mentioned as much as I did remember. By now my mom and dad has broken up. They parted ways before I was old enough to remember, so my dad doesn’t live with us anymore. This makes me sad though because I really love my dad and I miss him a lot!

We live in Brooklyn N.Y. in Bed-ford Stuyvesant on Spencer Street. We live on the third floor in a tall five floor, rusty brown, fairly large apartment building. There are four apartments on each floor. The building is old and the lights in the hallway sometimes blow out so we have to walk up or down our stairs in the dark, which I think is very scary. Sometimes I get my best friend Danice or Rick to walk upstairs with me though. My best friends live in my building. Their names are Danice and Rick and they live on the fifth floor. Sometimes I go and visit them or they come down and visit Ed and me. We live in a mixed community, so along with my nationality which is African-American there are also Latin- American, some people are from the Caribbean, and some are Italian- American. Some are working class and while others are not. Some of the people that I’ve met seemed nice and others well, not so nice. There are some nice houses in my neighborhood but a good portion of the buildings in our neighborhood are condemned. I’ve heard people say that we live in the Ghetto. On my block, the alcoholics and drug addicts are almost always outside sitting on the stairs of abandoned buildings, drinking or going in the buildings to do whatever. They curse each other out, they fight and stuff like that. Sometimes they even pull out weapons on each other and use them on one another. There are a lot of stray cats and dogs that roamed our streets, sometimes we’d even see big rats running around. Once in a while along with the joyful sounds of children laughing and playing outside we’d hear shooting and then I get scared. My mom tells us to get down on the floor and stay away from the windows. One night all of the lights blew out and my mom demanded my brother Ed to get in the house. She’d normally let him stay out for a while when it got dark but tonight she seemed a bit frantic. I heard a lot of noise outside so I looked out of my living room window. I saw people running from everywhere with television sets, blenders, eight track players and stuff like that. It looked like a free for all but it was a black out and my mom said that people were raiding the stores and taking stuff that didn’t belong to them and if we were outside we could get hurt. Even though all of this goes on around here, I don’t think my block is too bad because there are always places much worst then this. My mom is very cautious of us so she makes us come inside when the street lights come on, sometimes I’m having so much fun that I don’t want to come in the house. Sometimes when I cry to stay out longer she yells, There’s nothing outside for y’all damn kids after dark!

Now back to my best friend, Danice and I haven’t always been friends though. When her family first moved into our building, she came to the playground where Chauncey and I were playing. I was jumping with my jump rope and I knew how to do all sorts of tricks. Danice came over to me smiling and asked if she could play with me. Once I gave her one end of the rope, she snatched it from me and started playing with it by herself. I asked her for my rope back but she refused to give it back. When I tried to take it from her she punched me in my nose. Not only was this my very first fight but that was the very first time anyone had ever hit me in my nose and it hurt really bad! I cried, ran to Chauncey and told her what happened but she just simply said, What are you telling me for? Go get your rope back! I was now afraid of Danice so getting my rope back was the furthest thing from my mind. Well it turned out that Danice left the park and took my rope home with her. Danice and I were about the same height and body weight but she was a little taller than I was. A few days passed and I would look out of my window and see Daisy outside playing with my jump rope. I loved my rope and really wanted it back but I was too scared to go get it. One day my dad was sitting on some ones stoop talking with them and again I saw Daisy outside with my rope. I then went outside and asked Danice again for my rope but she balled up her fist at me and said come and get it! Because my dad was outside, I became like a lion or something. I went over to Danice and I just started swinging! My dad rushed over to us to stop the fight. Up until that point, I hadn’t even realized that I had won the fight. My dad asked why we were fighting. I told him what happened but before I could finish my sentence, she gave my rope, didn’t say anything and ran home crying. I felt really big about myself and my dad hugged me with one arm smiled at me and we walked away. Although he never urged me to fight, I knew that he was proud of me!

My mom has ten siblings, five sisters and five brothers. She is very pretty and we’re the same complexion, she’s very slim and weighs about 120 pounds. She’s short about 5' 2" tall. She loves to curl her hair with the hot curler and get dress up. I love to see her get all dressed up too! When she gets dressed, it’s like an event, she sometimes turns on the music and sings as she’s getting ready and after she’s completely dressed, she puts on her make up. Sometimes when she’s putting on her make-up, she allows my little sister and I to wear her make up but only while we’re in the house. We love it but my mom doesn’t let us do this very often, she said she doesn’t want us to grow up too fast. After her make-up, she puts on one of her many pairs of her high heels because she doesn’t wear sneakers, and afterwards she always looks great! She even gets all dressed up just to go to the grocery store. When I grow up, I want to dress just like her. Aside from dressing up, my mom loves to dance so sometimes she goes dancing. She’s a very good dancer too! When she’s dancing, one of her famous dance moves is when she gets down on the floor on both of her knees, then she lies backwards until her back and head touches the floor as she dance and wiggles. I think she’s simply amazing! I sometimes hear the men say my mom is a knock out or she’s one of the best dressed ladies on the block and I think she is too.

My mother’s friends also say that I look just like her so I guess I’m going to knock somebody out too. Aside from that, I think my mom knows how to fix everything. Sometimes I think