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We're all PRECIOUS in His sight

Hi there.

I know I've been a little quiet lately but I've been in silent reflection, quiet meditation, and prayer. Turning 40 is such a blessing. Especially because as I child I always thought I would die before I grew up.

If life begins at 40, then I owe the little boy that I was my life. Case in point, not long ago, I was brought a film to watch to see what I thought of it. It's called PRECIOUS, based on the novel PUSH by Sapphire. I sat at home watching this movie not knowing what to expect. After the movie was over, I sat there for a long time just thinking about what I had just witnessed. I watched all the things that Precious, a 16-year-old girl in the film, went through. I watched her mother be unusually cruel to her and I realized at that moment that a large part of my childhood had just played out before my eyes. It hit me so hard, I sat there in tears realizing that somehow, by the grace of God, I made it through. My tears were tears of joy, being thankful that I made it.

Believe me when I tell you, PRECIOUS is a powerful film. After seeing it, I had to be involved. I didn't write it or direct it, nor am I making any money from it. Oprah and I both are giving any proceeds we would make to charity. I just wanted to get as many people to see it as I can. It gave me so much hope after watching it. For everyone who has been a Precious, male or female, this movie will make you so glad you made it through.

It took me through some raw emotions and brought me to some things and places in my life that I needed to deal with but had long forgotten. It brought back memories so strong that I can smell and taste them. Like, when I was very young, my mother decided to leave my father...she had had enough of his insanity. She loaded me and my two sisters up in an old Cadillac that he had bought for her, and drove to California. When he realized she was gone, he called the police and reported the car stolen, as it was in his name. My mother was arrested and my two sisters and I were put in the cell with her. He and my uncle drove from Louisiana to California to get us. We spent several days in jail waiting for him. He bailed her out and couldn't wait to get her into the car. He got into the back seat with us and beat her black and blue from California to Louisiana, as me and my sisters watched Even though I was only two or three, I know that this had to have some effect on me.

I'm tired of holding this in. I don't know what to do with it anymore, so, I've decided to give some of it away...

Memories at 40: Not long ago, I was asked to speak at an engagement. I walked in and I was told that they had assigned a person to take care of me while I was there. She walked up to me, all of 5'2 " of her, and asked if I needed anything. I looked at her and started to sweat. It took me back thirty-something years to her apartment. I couldn't have been more than 10 years old when I went over to play with her son and Matchbox cars. She opened the door in skimpy lingerie. There was a man sitting on the couch, smoking. She told me that her son was in the bedroom. I was there playing with him about 20 minutes when I heard the man arguing with her. He said he was leaving and slammed the door. She came into the bedroom and told me that I had to go home. She told her son to take a bath and she locked him in the bathroom. I was at the front door trying to get out, when she came in and laid on the sofa and asked me if I wanted the key. I told her I had to go home as it was getting dark. She put the key inside of herself and told me to come get it, pulling me on top of her.

Memories at 40: "What the f*#K are you reading books for?! That's bull*#*T! "

"You F*#*ing jackass! You got book sense but you ain't got no mothaf*#*en common sense! You ain't sh*t and ain't never gonna be sh*t! " I heard this every day of my childhood. As my father would beat and belittle me, he played all kinds of mind games with me. He knew I loved cookies as a kid, most kids do. So he would buy them and put them on top of the fridge and when I would eat them he would beat me mercilessly.

My mother was out one night, as she loved to play bingo, and my father came ome...mad at the world. He was drunk, as he was most of the time. He got the vacuum cleaner extension cord and trapped me in a room and beat me until the skin was coming off my back. To this day, I don't know what would make a person do something like that to a child. But thank God that in my mind, I left. I didn't feel it anymore, just like in PRECIOUS. How this girl would leave in her mind. I learned to use my gift, as it was my imagination that let me escape After he was done with his rant he passed out. Since my aunt lived two doors down, I ran to her. She saw me and was horrified. She loaded her 357 and went to kill him. Holding a gun to his head, her husband came and stopped her.

Memories at 40: I got a call not long ago from a friend. He told me that a man that I knew from church when I was a kid had died and he didn't have any insurance. His family was trying to reach out to me to see if I would pay for his funeral. I quickly said no, but I wish I would have said yes. There is something so powerful to me in burying the man that molested me. I wish I would have dug the grave myself.

Memories at 40: I was about 8 or 9 years old. I had a crush on a little girl across the street. She would come over to my house and we'd play. She was about 12 or 13. One day she stopped coming and when I asked her why, she told me that my father was touching her. I didn't believe her, so I talked her into staying one night. We were both asleep -- she was in one bed and I was in another. I opened my eyes to see my father trying to touch her and her pushing him away. I moved in my bed trying to make him think I was waking up. He looked over at me and left out of the room. Not long after that, he beat me mercilessly for something again. Another mind game set up, so I told my mother what he had done. The blood drained from her face. We left that day. We were at my Aunt's house and he came there about 1am. Not long after that we were back at home. Nothing would compare to the random, drunken, violent beatings I would receive from then until I was 19.

Memories at 40: We would spend the summers in the country, with my father's adoptive mother. As a kid I was always sick. I had asthma and he hated it. He hated that I wasn't strong and virile like him. He hated that I couldn't be in the sawdust, pollen and the raw lumber like him. He hated that I liked to read and write and draw. He hated that me and my middle sister were darker-skinned than him. He didn't think he could make a dark baby. He just hated everything about me I guess. Anyway, I had to go to the doctor every Tuesday to get shots to control my allergies. When his mother found out she said, "Ain't nothing wrong with that damn boy...he just got germs on him. Stop wasting all that money. " When my mother left to visit some friends I heard what sounded like water running in a tub but it was sporadic. She came and got me out of the living room leaving my Matchbox cars on the floor. She said she was going to kill these germs on me once and for all. She gave me a bath in ammonia.

Grateful at 40: I was asked recently how I made it through all of this, (half has not even been told) and my answer to that is...I know for a fact that there is a GOD. When my father would say or do those things to me, I would hear this voice inside of me say, "That's not true " or, "Don't believe that " or, "You're going to make it through this ". I didn't know at the time what "it " was, but today I surely have no doubt that "it " was GOD. That voice always gave me comfort. It allowed me to hold on. It kept me from being strung out on drugs, from dying when I wanted to commit suicide. It kept me from being a gang banger or drug dealer. Worse than all of those things put together, it kept me from being him. It brought angels to comfort me after every foul, harsh word or every welt on my legs or back GOD, only GOD.

To know that the little boy that I was went through all that -- he went through and made it. Then me, as a man...I have to take on the responsibility of forgiving all of those people. I owe it to that little boy that I was and, more than that, I owe it to the man that I am Think about it, as a child we have no recourse. We have nowhere to go. We have to endure it. But as adults, we have choices. I choose to forgive with all my might. Forgiveness has been my weapon of choice. It has helped to free me.

If you're having a hard time getting over something in your life, maybe you can try forgiveness too. It's not easy, but it does bring forth healing. I know that there are a lot of people out there with stories far worse than mine but you, too, can make it. To those of you who have, welcome to life. I celebrate you. We're all PRECIOUS in His sight.

Tyler Perry

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  • M.H

    Mango, Can you share one?

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  • Brite-I In Peace

    OUCH!!! Forgiveness "Forgive who" I wish this little girl would have met that little boy, for I know there would be peace.. It is all about that place; the place to which we escaped. The feeling of leaving oneself... I rarely find myself this close to that door; for as I type the tears swell in my eyes; and I attempt to cover them with Gods Grace... Ok the little girl... 3lbs 13oz, Misassigned, sickly, clumbsy, trifflin little girl. (Yet quit the young lady attached to an apron strap, settled by a pew).. For convenient reasons I was told my father was another, by the time I was 4-5? it all began.. My Paternal grandmother from Amite, LA - announced to my maternal family and tore the lie apart.. That's my Grand Daughter is where it begins... It is truly something to understand the blessings and the curses that came out of Louisiana. I have been blessed with the opportunity to deal with that little girl through my daughter that I had at the age of 16... and through the events and experiences of having 25 foster daughter to date share within my world. I sat across from myself; as I found myself making artwork with a razor on my arm.. I reminded myself of God Grace and how beautiful she was - yet watching the blood and feeling no pain- Thinking to myself flashbacks are not CUTE!!.. I have dealt with the common sense and no-sense. I received a young lady who's mother died in the hospital, to young ladies from the police station with monitors.. From w** cats, to demon seeds, to mini me's. I have been fostering and mentoring.. since 2000.. Making time for that little girl; the one inside me - I just need to teach her how to be free..

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  • M.H

    New Year's is tomorrow. I should be smiling but an issue has come before me. What is it? I won't say. HAPPY NEW YEAR'S to YOU.

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  • vs germany

    speechless ... so sad ... I am happy for you that you made it through.

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  • M.H

    From making time machines I still haven't fulfilled my dreams. But I am some way some how they will be fulfilled and you are one of them. I trust you, I love you. Why? Because we see from each others eyes. God know me very well.

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  • I

    celebrate you. Thank you for surviving for me. I love you!

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  • M.H

    I'm at ease to know that you are the sun cause I'm gonna need that light to keep me balanced. I love a good man I need a good man. Keep me in prayer,okay? I'm gonna stay in the back if you don't mind. Ttyl SUNM.

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  • M.H

    I was writing but then GOD stopped me!!!!! So now I'm going to see why after that knock on my door. I wanna know why! Cause my heart is extremely heavy bout this issue oh God it is!

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  • M.H

    :)

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  • Stella Nairobi, Kenya

    a PRECIOUS gift. Lately I watch lots of movies and there is a friend with whom we usually exchange. At one time I saw one written PRECIOUS but neither of us knew where it came from. I couldn’t tell whether it was mine neither could she tell if it was hers. So we wondered what it was and where it had come from. I played it on my DVD but it was too scratched to open, but I managed to open it on my computer. I could only see it partly but I saw enough to make me very upset… very upset…. very upset!! One’s own daughter? What kind of a pervert is that! 2 kids? 16! The mom is aware…. And she appears normal.. And on top of that she mistreats her?.. uses her to get stuff from the govt.(Tears) Oh dear God please protect such. And her name is so ironical! But I guess it has a hidden meaning in God’s eyes. You said you wanted as many people as possible to see it and I got it by chance, hence a PRECIOUS gift. About your case as a child and what you have narrated here, words could never be enough. I just want to bring some comfort by saying that maybe that is what made you what you are today. A successful, God-fearing and humble man. But for all that? I said SOME comfort. About the language, I bet you don’t use the f word. It is taboo in my neighbourhood that when I visited some family members in the US, my cousin cursed a driver with the f word then I was like “there are kids in this car”.. then my 7 year old nephew jumped in and said… “but every body uses that word”. I kept quiet and felt like 100 years old. I should have said “but decent people should not use it!” but he got what I quietly said. What happened to “a parent is supposed to love their child”? It is spontaneous love I thought! Yet you hear stories of parents mishandling their kids in the most horrifying manner. Skin coming off your back? I’ve seen this on news of parents who actually do this. And for no reason! (Tears) And then finally you used to godly word. FORGIVENESS. Wow!

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  • Teresa Boyd Oklahoma

    I am speechless. Look where you are now. God is THE deliverer. Thank you for being open with your difficult moments. You are an encouragement in my life. Sister in Christ - Teresa

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  • Carlita Tucker Oklahoma City,Okla 73135

    Hey Tyler, I just finished reading your story,"We are all precious in his sight".Very touching. Brought tears to my eyes.Im glad you got that out TP. I know you feel a lot better now, but it is very sad.GOD has been with you every since that started and is still with you. I know this for a fact. You keep on praying TP and I and all of the others that love you will too....OK???? You are truly one of GOD's saints. That;s why you are so great in everything that you do. Got to go for now. The tears won't stop falling. I love you TP and GOD loves you to. Will talk to you later.Hugggggggggggggggggssssssss Carlita

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