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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

    When I Talk To You...... Time is so Looney........ Adventure for an adult have me becoming a gooney.....my hopes get so high..... I have to have friends who are wise.......you'd sparked my interest.....by your "God Bless"............ Then you wore your dress shirt and vest....... A mother's boy are you? Or just a mess?......the cat and the fiddle and the silver spoon.......little bo' peep and the man on the moon........ Why do you say " talk to you soon"?....... Oh you talk but have me in gloom.... ....what are we suppose to do?......... Do you even see me..... ..WHEN I TALK TO YOU??????

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  • M.H

    Like winter I can get so cold. Like summer I can get real hot. Like autumn I can be colorful. Like fall I can turn into a willow tree. Can you see me now?

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  • M.H

    Hey, Perry, I've been reading and speaking to you. And it seems you've been doing the same. How it happens I don't know. I just know it happens.

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  • M.H

    And one more thing... My hope created a lot not only for me but for many others and it HURTS. My theory; If Tyler Perry's door is closed to me... Then what in h.e.l.l am I doing knocking on it? It's pointless, right?

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  • M.H

    Good morning. Now please don't quote me if I'm wrong,but, your "Food For Thought" means that the people that are already in your life ( good friends) encouraging you to be better, don't keep fighting them out of your life or eventually they will get tired of being ,humiliated, hurt by verbal words of leaving them alone, and any other way a person could be hurt by the one they love. I know you wasn't talking to me cause you don't notice me but it touched me. Because of me not being notice by someone I love ( which is you,Perry) I have said things to push any hope that I have of you speaking and being a major part of my life. You don't know how horrible it feels to believe things are matching up and then come to realization that it was just my imagination. So with anyone I feel is making a fool of me whether they know it or not, I will say every mean,cruel thing to get them out of my mind and spirit. A person spirit is a gift from God and if I personally feel abused by someone who do or don't know I exist, like MADEA said , I'm going to beat the h*** of it until its out of my life. We as women and men have to find healing somewhere. And "Yes" we will get to the source of the problem and have it removed. Human beings are special but it becomes a problem when a person has been misleading people into believing that they are being heard. So, Do you understand all of what I said, Perry? If you do, You as an individual with this kind of concern need to do something about it.... That's only if you actually read this. Meaning, If you haven't I won't hold it against you..., I just know I was talking to a brick wall and everything else was "COINCIDENCE". Going to talk to Jehovah now. Peace be unto you

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  • M.H

    Rooster House...... If I would've known...... When I was feeling alone..... That you would pick me up then drop....... Maybe I would've known about the lady.... And the baby..... and communication would have stopped.....hold on before your mouth drop...... Every time you tweeted I hopped..... I thought you was a friend to me...... But I didn't see you sleeping with the enemy...... I don't have hate or envy........ I just got upset cause you was close to me.....but where would I be...... If God didn't paint a picture of you so pretty?.....man I feel s************* Thank you for making me feel so damnmn, unpretty...... But hey you got what you want so get jiggy......I should've never open my mouth.......Because you already OWN a.......ROOSTER HOUSE

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    • M.H #2156578

      Typo: feel so s*************

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    • M.H #2156579

      Typo: feel so SHI.TTY.....

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  • M.H

    Okay, I seen the fruit was disgusting as usual. I can't even laugh at that. It looks like and what was this again. Sorry bout that. But anyways, yes, I am happy after what happened today and I wanted to know your point of view on it. Perry, I can't explain my experience here with your board but from my observation, It was most definitely a maze with laughter, tears,fear, anger, and confusion. And what I've learned from all of this is, I've always known myself and I was here to get to know you. What have I learned about you? You may or may not ask. We have lived similar lives but only one is real. Does it matter which one us is real? I don't know, we'll see. Goodnight My Hero Syndrome or Batman:-)♥◀♥▶

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  • M.H

    Hello. Question: How are you after Thanksgiving? Did you enjoy the fruit?

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  • M.H

    And another thing... The most important part is you did it for health reasons. Your body looks awesome! The overall fact is YOU DIDN'T MAKE YOUR MONWY FROM THE SHOWING OF SEX!! And that's a FACT. God brought you their and not your body. Be blessed

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  • M.H

    Yeah, I was being selfish a few hours ago because I wanted what I wanted. Within a moment, I got upset with myself seeing how your shorts was partially down,your private area was almost revealed, a woman (I'm assuming) taking a picture of you whom felt and know what it looks like. Put it this way, You look like Mr.Dinggaling man. LOL. But you have done a lot of good for people with Jesus. So, who cares about the dinggaling picture. Ttyl

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  • M.H

    Hey Man, I give up!! LOL!!! Its your world Perry. I just keep finding the same kind of men!! God this stuff hurts!!! Y'all are all alike. I am not about to go through this again. Each man have a little more than the other to attract me. Get this, the next man is no doubt going to have what you have plus more and not the freaking right flower to place in my hand!! Ughh. Jehovah this is man number#4. Okay Jehovah I'm listening now each man will be worser than the other. Ugh

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  • M.H

    I sometimes believe my mistakes and pain had tripped meinto your backyard. Perry, How is your backyard?

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