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Chamone Adams is not just a walking inspiration, but she is a young lady who managed to beat the odds and the weight of the world. Challenged with the realities of life…

Judgment…She was spoiled, materialistic, and of course, loud. I figured she wasn’t going anywhere. She was spoiled. As a little girl, she wanted what she wanted and would get mad if she could not get the things that she wanted.

Sex…He turned me over and put his face between my legs. For a second, I thought that he was having Thanksgiving dinner. He came up about ten minutes later to take a deep breath before he went for more, but I was ready for the real action.

Love…When I saw Victor, I was happy. I hadn’t seen him in a long time. For the next couple of days, we hung out, then I figured there wasn’t a better time than then to have sex with him. That night, I went to pursue a fantasy that I had held on to since the seventh grade.

War…I heard about five shots, and three of those were our unit’s 50-caliber weapon. When I saw the Iraqis shooting from the buildings, I had to put my gear back on and get ready to rock and roll. Once I got myself together, I did a Rambo combat roll onto the hood of the Humvee and started firing.

…She picked up her cross and took on the world head on.

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Vie de famille

Relations familiales

Inspirational

Philosophie et théologie

Religion

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	24 avril 2006
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781425934538
Langue	English

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It’s My Time

Based on the true story of life, the way Chamone Adams lived it.

Kaci Winslow

AuthorHouse™
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© 2006 Kaci Winslow. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 4/20/2006

ISBN: 1-4259-3453-6 (ebk)
ISBN: 1-4259-3500-1 (sc)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2006903698

Printed in the United States of America
Bloomington, Indiana

Cover art by Brian C. Poole.
Contents
Matthew 16:24–25
In the Beginning, There Was Life
The Hands of Time
That’s What Friends Are For
On My Own
Lost and Found
Spirit of Rebellion
Spoiled Rotten
Do Something
Family Ain’t Never Been Family
Can’t Get Right
What Now?
Speak to Me
Is It Obedience?
Wild Out
Against the Odds
I’m Gone
Section II
Life after Dayton
Training
KOREA
KANSAS, WHAT LUCK!
IRAQ, A TWO-SIDED WAR
WELCOME BACK
HOTLANTA
S.A.N.E. (DECEMBER 5 th MY NEW BEGINNING)
Resurrection
MY AFTERTHOUGHTS AND THANKS
The Best Pain Reliever in the World
Why It Hurts So Bad
About the Author

Matthew 16:24–25
“Then said Jesus unto his disciples, ‘If any man (or woman) will come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me . For whosoever will save his life shall lose it, and whosoever will lose it for my name sake shall find it (life).”

Zack’s Response
Author: When did you first encounter Chamone?
Zack: I first met Chamone at birth; she is the daughter of my first cousin, which makes her my second cousin. I don’t remember the year, but it was a long time ago.
Author: What was your first reaction to her personality?
Zack: She was a smart child for her age as a toddler.
Author: If there was one thing that stood out about her, what was it?
Zack: One thing that stood out about Chamone was and still is her deep voice. She was the quietest baby I’d ever seen, oh, and her touching eyebrows.
Author: How did you meet her?
Zack: I began to babysit her and Caleb back in the eighties.
Author: What were you expecting her to achieve in life?
Zack: I didn’t know what Chamone was going to be when she got older, because she was really smart and talented. She was able to learn at a faster pace than most children at her age.
Author: When she was younger/little, what did you think she was going to be when she grew up (if applicable)?
Zack: I don’t know, but I definitely didn’t think she was going to be a soldier.
Author: Would you let her give you advice, or would you ask for it? Why?
Zack: Yes, both. Because I believe that she knows right from wrong and that she had bad and good experiences throughout her life. Now, she’s making good decisions.
Author: Give one word to describe Chamone?
Zack: Blessed.
Author: When she was a teenager or when you met her, did you consider her as being bad or troubled? Why?
Zack: During Chamone’s teenage years, I was not around.
Author: Did you have any memorable moments with her? If so, please explain one (regardless of what the case was).
Zack: I remember when it was about three families living in a three-bedroom house on Tampa Avenue. I used to hang out in this one room lying down rocking myself to sleep, and anytime someone would come in the room, they wouldn’t close the door back whether they was young or old. However, Chamone, who could hardly reach the doorknob, always stretched to make sure she closed the door.
Author: Are you surprised at where she is now in life? Why?
Zack: Yes, because I look at her cousins, her mother, and brother; and to know that she hung out with her cousins and looked up to them, that lets me know that just because we grew up with a certain group of people doesn’t mean that we will turn out like that crowd.

In the Beginning, There Was Life
November 30, 1982 was the day Chamone Adams was born in Dayton, Ohio. However, this story starts way before then. The beginning months of my mother’s pregnancy were difficult, and there was a time when she wasn’t sure if she wanted me or not. She dealt with the emotional stress of being pregnant, not knowing if my father would be around, and already having a young child. So, on the way to the abortion clinic, she made a “life-changing decision.” Instead of ending my life, she turned around with a big change of heart. Now, that is the story that I was told which has given me the opportunity to share this story with you. After hearing the many stories and wondering why I’m here, the question still runs through my mind daily. It feels like I’ve been to hell and back, but through it all, I’ve found that what doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.
Now, at twenty-three, I can remember being in an apartment at the age of three. Now, I know this sounds ridiculous, and it’s just a vague memory, but it’s there. The best time of my childhood was at 264 Huron Avenue, which was the only childhood I was able to have. At four, my brother, Caleb, who was ten, and I attended Residence Park Elementary School. I was in kindergarten while he was in elementary school.
I remember getting good grades from day one. I remember the days when I would stand in the school gym and wait for my mom to pick me up from school. That was the first school I attended, and I was an outstanding student.
I tell you what, if nothing else, I remember my old neighborhood the best. I can remember when my mom first started working at General Motors. She would sleep all day after working third shift while I would sit around the house watching TV, until one day, I was bored and decided I wanted some company. I called the police and told them I was home alone. When the police got there, my mom answered the door, and they told her what happened, so of course, I got in trouble, but I was in trouble on a regular basis. On one adventure, I had snuck out of the house and had all my friends over in my back yard swimming.
Let us just say I was kind of on my own at a young age, and I didn’t like being locked up in the house all the time. I always seemed to find a way to get out of the house in the summertime when it felt impossible for me to sit in the house all day. So, after the incident with the police, I started staying with my great-grandma, Olivia, and it was fun. We would play backgammon and all types of card games. Granny used to always have me reading the Bible with her.
When I wasn’t with my grandma, Olivia, I was with my uncle, Jack. My uncle was, and will always be, one of the most outstanding people in my life. He was always with the kids, despite his bad habits. It was like clockwork; every holiday, he was around doing something, and when it wasn’t a holiday, he and all my cousins were known for watching movies or going on some kind of walking adventure. Halloween was the best. Every year, we would all go out to Trotwood (the good part of town) to trick or treat, and I’m not talking four or five blocks, I mean the whole community, but back to the story.
Back then, I learned a lot about God, values, and how to present myself. Older people surrounded me, so it was inevitable. I guess that’s how I got my seriousness at such a young age. The older I got, the more questions I asked, and the more talkative I became. That was only because I was eager to learn whatever I could as fast as I could.
Lincoln Elementary School was the beginning of me being bad, fighting, liking boys, and being mischievous. I remember one of the first days of school, I was in class, and we were talking about our parents. I told all my classmates that my mother was a white; after class, all of the school kids came out to our car to see if I was telling the truth. My mother was so surprised by the crowd, and she wondered why I had told them that she was white, but she was as light as a dove, and I wasn’t sure myself.
Not too long after that, I met some of my best friends, whom I consider family now. Madison was one of my first friends, and then there were Natalie, Teasha, and Anthony just to name a few. In second grade, I learned to let people fight their own battles, because a girl was messing with Madison, and I decided to jump in and protect my friend. When I did that, the girl hit me in the face with a metal lunch box. That was the first time someone hit me in school, and it left a scar out of this world. I tried to find a time to fight her for years, but never found myself in the same place at the same time without teachers around.
In elementary, I hung around many older kids on the school bus, so they influenced me in many different things. Like most other kids, we played house during school with mothers and fathers as well as siblings. Every day, house went on as if we were real families, and families break up. We reflected many of the things that we saw within our own houses.
I took to a girl that lived around the corner, and she would make sure that I got home safely off the bus. Well, one day, I got smart with her, and she decided to slap me. When I went home and told my mom, she went around to the g