A Life Changed Due To Selfishness and Greed Part 3: A Mother's Love
Her smile lit up a room, so they say. She was ambitious, hard working and beautiful. She was born in the summer of 1975, with a unique combination of a name belonging to a famous singer and a vacuum cleaner. Goal oriented with a good natured personality, she was driven with a promised future. A communications major and real estate agent with modeling under her belt, there is no telling where she would've gone had she not gone that evening.
Gone. Went. The act of leaving and doing something.
Gone. Not coming back. The physical act of disappearance with a memory.
The night of November 16, 1999, Cherica Adams went on a date and never came back. Though her memory lives on through her son, she never experienced the rest of her life or motherhood, along with the "firsts" of having a child. Before his emergency C-section birth, she wanted to save his life:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrV2vgI7r-A
Listening to her 911 call, one can tell that she was scared and in pain due to being shot. Her son's father, former Carolina Panther Rae Carruth, shot her because he didn't want to pay child support. Sources say that he may have been depressed along with a multitude of problems, yet that gave him no excuse to end his child's life before his child had a chance to live. Shot four times. Three wounds. Two lives. One fatal wound that caused her child's life to change forever and her to spend the remaining month of her life in a coma before she died.
Her mother, the boy's grandmother, was a single mother who raised a successful, beautiful daughter. And now she would be a single mother again, raising her grandson. Her daughter passed away on December 14, 1999, when her son was just a mere weeks old. Prior to her death, she held her son for five minutes.
It's those five minutes that are most special and heartbreaking-and in five minutes, she followed her heart. She wanted to work things out with Carruth, She was excited about her new life as a mother, and wanted so much to share in the joy that she decided to go on a date with Carruth, leaving in separate cars. In the book, "Money, Power, Sex and the NFL: The Rae Carruth Story," the night of the shooting is described as chilling on a dark, deserted road in Charlotte as she followed him in her car. He stopped, she stopped and BOOM.
Implicating Carruth during the 911 call, it was her ability to recognize her surroundings and the phone call that saved her life. Born ten weeks early and via emergency C section, her baby is now eighteen years old with cerebal palsy among other things due to the nature of his birth.
If she hadn't followed her heart. Then again, the heart doesn't know anything but love. The power of love, especially a mother's love is a beautiful thing.
Gone. Went. The act of leaving and doing something.
Gone. Not coming back. The physical act of disappearance with a memory.
The night of November 16, 1999, Cherica Adams went on a date and never came back. Though her memory lives on through her son, she never experienced the rest of her life or motherhood, along with the "firsts" of having a child. Before his emergency C-section birth, she wanted to save his life:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrV2vgI7r-A
Listening to her 911 call, one can tell that she was scared and in pain due to being shot. Her son's father, former Carolina Panther Rae Carruth, shot her because he didn't want to pay child support. Sources say that he may have been depressed along with a multitude of problems, yet that gave him no excuse to end his child's life before his child had a chance to live. Shot four times. Three wounds. Two lives. One fatal wound that caused her child's life to change forever and her to spend the remaining month of her life in a coma before she died.
Her mother, the boy's grandmother, was a single mother who raised a successful, beautiful daughter. And now she would be a single mother again, raising her grandson. Her daughter passed away on December 14, 1999, when her son was just a mere weeks old. Prior to her death, she held her son for five minutes.
It's those five minutes that are most special and heartbreaking-and in five minutes, she followed her heart. She wanted to work things out with Carruth, She was excited about her new life as a mother, and wanted so much to share in the joy that she decided to go on a date with Carruth, leaving in separate cars. In the book, "Money, Power, Sex and the NFL: The Rae Carruth Story," the night of the shooting is described as chilling on a dark, deserted road in Charlotte as she followed him in her car. He stopped, she stopped and BOOM.
Implicating Carruth during the 911 call, it was her ability to recognize her surroundings and the phone call that saved her life. Born ten weeks early and via emergency C section, her baby is now eighteen years old with cerebal palsy among other things due to the nature of his birth.
If she hadn't followed her heart. Then again, the heart doesn't know anything but love. The power of love, especially a mother's love is a beautiful thing.
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