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Diamonds and Dominators: How to FEEL Free in a World of Slavery - Chapter One: You Were Born

Updated: Oct 20, 2020

Chapter 1: You Were Born You and I will always be connected.

For starters, we were both the unplanned for, unexpected “baby” of five children. From the outset of our marriage, your mother Joy and I always wanted five children. And we already had our four wonderful boys, your big brothers Ray, Lands, Joe Jr., and Max.[1]

However, your brother Lands was born with Down’s Syndrome. Then he eventually developed Autism. As you know, he’s the sweetest, most loving dude on the planet. But he’s a lot of work. To us, he was kind of like having twins. So we thought we were “done” as we were super content with our four boys.


I will never forget the day when I came home after a hard day’s work in my lawncare business. As I entered the kitchen where your mother was preparing our supper, she fearfully told me the news that we were expecting. Joy was afraid that I would be ticked off. That’s how my father responded to the news of my conception.

Don't get me wrong. I had a great dad. And once I was born, he was glad. But when my mother once told me of his initial anger at her for being pregnant with me, it didn’t make me feel good. I promised to myself, that if my wife ever had an unexpected pregnancy, my response would be joy. So needless to say, when your mother sheepishly told me that she was expecting you, I was so happy!

However, we just assumed you were going to be another boy. My side of the family didn't do the girl thing. A girl had not been born into our family for 50 years. My family was also four boys and one girl. And on the Gowerstreet side of the family, there were 10 grandchildren before you – all boys.

So we made our plans for Dylan James or “DJ” to come into the world. However, things began to change after the first ultrasound. The technicians predicted you would be a girl.

That was a game-changer. We were in the groove for boys. All of the clothing and toys in our home were for boys. While we wanted a girl, we just assumed that the ultrasound was wrong. We would be having yet another boy, which was great with us.

But a second ultrasound also predicted a girl. So now we were also preparing for the possibility of Hallie Joy.

But your Grandma Kay, now over 80 years old, refused to believe it. She just assumed it would be a boy. You have to understand something, that's how her psychology works. It’s her manipulation technique. She uses reverse psychology as a rule. She uses the negative as her personal leverage to accomplish the positive – what she really wants. Hilarious.

We all really wanted a girl at this point.

And sure enough, our desires were fulfilled on June 18, 2017 as you, Hallie Joy Gowerstreet, were born into this world. But it was the incredible way you chose to enter this world that forever established our special connection.

A little background. The births of your oldest two brothers were dramatic. Ray, who was nearly 6 weeks early, experienced a doctor prescribed, Pitocin-induced labor resulting in fetal distress resulting in an emergency C-section. He spent the first 2 weeks of his life in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU).

Ditto for Lands. He also experienced a doctor prescribed, Pitocin-induced labor resulting in extreme fetal distress resulting in an emergency C-section. Lands came out purple, he was so oxygen deprived. He would spend his first two and a half weeks in the NICU. And of course, there was a lot of emotional recovery for your mother and I with the jarring news of having a special needs child. That’s another book in itself.

Then about five years later (and after one miscarriage), we were expecting your brother Joe Jr. Even though your mother had already had two C-sections, we knew we wanted to attempt a “V-back” – a natural, vaginal birth. However, no hospital was interested in even letting us try – except for the University of Illinois at Chicago. And of course, they placed us in the birthing room next to the emergency room if she had any difficulties.

But your mother is something else. After her water broke with Joe Jr., she labored 30 hours, with no meds, and delivered him naturally. It was an extraordinary day.

Ditto for Max. After your mother’s water broke with him, it was 24 hours of labor, with no meds, before he was naturally born.

Let me state the obvious. Your mom is one tough lady. And the birth accounts of your four brothers gives a little extra context for your extraordinary entry.

At about 10 p.m. on June 17th, your mother told me that she was starting to have contractions. I was so pumped because I knew you would be born on June 18th, Father’s Day. We estimated that we would go to the hospital sometime early in the morning, so I went to sleep while Joy laid down to “rest.”

The next thing I remember is being shaken out of my sleep by your mother. It was 2 a.m. She said, “It’s time to go to the hospital, my water broke. Call my mom.”

Your Grandma Jill was staying at a house nearby that we were fixing and flipping. I walked downstairs, called her, and informed her that it was time for us to go to the hospital. Jill said, “Do I have time to take a shower?” To which I nonchalantly replied, “Oh yeah, it'll be about 45 minutes until we get out of here.”

After I hung up with your Grandma, I heard your mom scream for me. I ran upstairs and she was on her knees in our master bathroom. She agonizingly said, “Call 9-1-1! I'm just not going to make it! I mean the baby’s so low, it's right here!”

I quickly took my phone and dialed 9-1-1. I ran downstairs and began flipping on lights and unlocking doors for their arrival. Then I heard your mother scream a second time, “Joe!!!”

I ran upstairs and she's standing up and leaning over in agony saying, “The head is right here!” The emergency dispatcher on the phone is trying to talk to me, but I put the phone down on the vanity top.

Not to be crude, but I'm a farm boy who has seen many births. Furthermore, you were baby number five, this wasn’t my first rodeo. I reached around your little head, grabbed your shoulder, and - WHOOSH - you came right out!

I immediately placed you face down in my hand and we cleaned out anything that might be in your mouth. You began to cry. Your unique voice was heard for the first time on Earth.

The dispatcher could hear what was going on and he said, “That’s great, a crying baby is a healthy baby.” Joy quickly asked me to hand you to her. I grabbed the phone back and began going downstairs to see if the EMTs had arrived.

As I began talking to the dispatcher again, I said through a dazed laugh, “Holy crap! I just delivered a baby and it's Father's Day!” The dispatcher, who was fantastic through all of this, replied, “Congratulations! That's awesome man!”

What. A. Moment. I was sleeping like a rock at 2 a.m. I was holding you in my hands at 2:11 a.m. And according to your mom, you were born 18 minutes after her water broke. If anyone deserved a quick delivery, it was your Mom.

As soon as I ran downstairs four EMTs had just arrived. They all ran upstairs to attend to your mother and you. Your four brothers slept through all of this. When your grandmother arrived, you and your mother were already in the ambulance and an EMT said to her, “Do you want to meet your new granddaughter?”

The ambulance took you and your Mother to the hospital. Your chosen entry into this world made us legends at the hospital. After two days at the hospital confirmed that you and your mother were both beautiful and healthy, you came home.

If I live to be a hundred-year-old man and someone will ask me, “What were the top five moments of your life?” “Delivering my own daughter on Father’s Day” will undoubtedly be near the top of the list.

We are both the baby of 5 children. You were born on Father's Day. I was the first set of human hands to hold you. We will always be connected.

Since your birth, I jokingly tell everybody that you've absolutely “ruined” my life. After four boys, I had no idea that a little girl would take my 6-foot 3-inch frame and wrap it tightly around her little pinky. Needless to say, I am madly in love with you. My greatest joy was bringing you into this world.

Now, my greatest responsibility is preparing you for the world I brought you into.

And the first thing you need to know is that you were born free – with two diamonds in your hands!

Next time: Chapter Two: You Were Born Free - With Two Diamonds in Your Hands!

Diamonds and Dominators: How to Feel Free in a World of Slavery contains an introduction and 20 Chapters. I am releasing this introduction and the first 13 chapters of this book in my blog.

Also, chapter 20 - "How to Feel Free in a World of Slavery" can be read on this website by clicking on the Read tab.

If you would like to also read chapters 14 to 19, I would encourage you to buy the book in either ebook or paperback formats.

Chapter 14: You Were Not Born to be Dominated by the Religious Class

Chapter 15: You Were Not Born to be Dominated by the Ruling Class (Part 1)

Chapter 16: You Were Not Born to be Dominated by the Ruling Class (Part 2)

Chapter 17: You Were Not Born to be Dominated by the Rich Class

Chapter 18: You Were Not Born to be Dominated by Your Parents

Chapter 19: You Were Not Born to be Dominated by Your Siblings

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[1] At my own discretion, and to protect people’s privacy, I will frequently be changing names of individuals, organizations, and institutions throughout the book.

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