When You Get Arrested But You Don’t Die Pt. 3

imageYesterday, I shared the second part of the story of my arrest last week here.  Before you read that one, read part 1 here.  Here’s part 3 to the lessons that I learned about myself and my power as a result.  Enjoy.

Lesson #11:  I’m not as afraid of death as I thought.
When  I was initially stopped by the police, I immediately started thinking about the fact the I could die.  Bottom line.  Once I started talking to the cops, after I had been cuffed of course, I told myself, “If this is how you go, then so be it.”  I’m not saying that I wanted to transition while in the custody of the police, I’m acknowledging that I could accept it, which turned out to be more of a testament to how I feel about what I’ve done on this Earth.  Honestly, the greatest thing I’ve done in my life thus far is have children.  In the years that I was pregnant and having kids, I’d taken control of my body a few times and I knew what I was capable of.  Knowing what I could handle outside of that police car made it easier to be confident that if I were to go on that day, then a legacy was behind me and that there were plenty of people who would be brave enough to raise hell and ask questions about what happened to me.

imageLesson #12: That experience was meant for my professional growth.
As you all know, I’m in the beginning stages of an empowerment and balance business, and being able to make it through a scary incident like that proved, to me at least, that I  have what it takes to step in and step up to help another person see their greatness even in the midst of discomfort.  It further solidified that I am on my perfect path…service.  I’m a servant.  In my Iyanla voice, “Hello, I’m Simone and I’m here to serve.”

Lesson #13:  The experience restored my hope in me, NOT the cops.
Ever since I started writing this, I keep thinking about how the whole thing could have been 1000% worse, but was not, and for that I’m grateful.  I also realize that I could have encountered aggressive, agitated members of the law enforcement community, but I didn’t, and for that I’m grateful as well. But the fact still remains: I still don’t trust the police.  I have reason not to.  I’m not interested in going on and on about everything that’s wrong with the relationship between cops and people of color because, well, it was apparent in my initial reaction and thought process to being stopped, as well as the many dead and damage colored bodies we hear about in the news and even the ones we don’t know about.

imageLesson #14:  There’s reason to express gratitude in most situations.
If nothing elsemy attitude of gratitude paid off.  When I started counting in my head all of the things that I’m grateful for in my life, my fear of the possibilities of the situation halted.  Yes, I was grateful that I encountered the cops that I did.  I was grateful that my neighbors started recording and asking if I was okay.  I’m grateful that my children were no where near the scene.  I’m grateful I can write this to share my story with you.  With that list of things I’m thankful, it definitely raised my spirits.

Lesson #15:  There are too many black and brown people caught up in the system.

I think we all know this is true, but it was something to not see one white person being processed or taken through those halls.  I saw an abundance of Hispanic men and Black women there, and well, it sucked.

I can only close this series out by saying this…I’m okay.  I’m better than okay.  I feel empowered by the experience and I no longer have doubt about what I’m capable of doing and becoming.  I would never advise another person to be careless, but I will say that it’s imperative for folks to be conscious of the lessons in every situation.  Be strong enough to acknowledge your self-worth so that it’s easier to stand firm in a storm.

imageI appreciate you all following this closely over the last couple of days, and I’m even more appreciative of the genuine concern and encouragement from you all.  Thank you.

Tell me what you learned from my experience, or tell me what lessons I might’ve missed.  It never hurts to hear the truth…

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