I was unaware of the facts, but absolutely love her story.
For those that do not know ... here's a quick version ...
On July 1, 1976, Tina Turner waited until her husband, Ike Turner,
fell asleep in a hotel room in Dallas.
Her face was swollen. Her body carried the marks of another assault.
But she had made a decision.
In her pocket: 36 cents and a Mobil gas card.
No money. No plan. No safety net.
Tina slipped silently out of the Statler Hilton.
Then she ran.
Across Interstate 30. Through darkness.
This wasn’t escape.
It was survival.
Across the highway stood a Ramada Inn.
The manager recognized her, gave her a room, and placed security outside.
For three days, Tina hid there.
Her body began healing.
Her life had already changed.
Weeks later, she filed for divorce after sixteen years of marriage.
She wanted no house.
No money.
No publishing rights.
She wanted one thing.
The name.
Tina Turner.
She left more than music.
She left proof.
Sometimes a new life begins with nothing more than 36 cents,
a gas card, and the courage to cross the road.
She didn’t wait for someone to save her.
She crossed the road and saved herself.
She represents everything she lived through.
Are you ready to cross your road???
