The Whitney I Knew
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A virtual album of BeBe Winans' treasured memories of his friend and "sister," Whitney Houston.
In the years between the first time BeBe Winans and Whitney Houston met in 1985, to the day he delivered the tribute that touched a watching nation at Houston's funeral, a deep and unique friendship bloomed and thrived. They considered each other family in the truest sense of the word.
Now this very personal collection of remembrances offers us a seat at the table during Whitney's most unguarded moments. Here we see her in all her quirky, passionate, fiercely loyal glory though the eyes of her "brother", BeBe.
For most of her public life, Whitney Houston was a mystery. In The Whitney I Knew, Winans has given us a wonderful gift---the gift of understanding. From profoundly moving personal moments to eye-opening accounts of triumph to the heartbreaking realities that led to her ultimate defeat, the untold stories are intimately woven throughout this book---along with online video links to behind-the-scenes moments, highlights of her career, and never-before-seen video of Whitney. Also included is an extensive photo section from BeBe's personal collection.
you never knew before or inspiring you toward something you never thought possible. That’s the magic of music. That’s what Whitney did so well. She beckoned to us: “Come in here and walk around with me.” Whether a wispy love ballad or a jubilant gospel song, Whitney became each song that emanated from her vocal cords. You and I have our particular “languages.” We bare our souls through our work or our art, our leadership or our philanthropy. I think most of us, however, can hear that special
this time, she admitted to Entertainment Weekly: “I almost wish I could be more exciting, that I could match what is happening out there to me.” Can you imagine? And yet, at the heart of every person is the need, even the drive, to be liked and accepted by others. You and I want to perform well in our jobs. We want to be noticed by the boss. We want to receive an accolade or two, and a bump in pay sure would be nice. In this sense, Whitney was no different from the rest of us. She was once a
things got crazy—when her marriage began to unravel and people began to reject her. She wanted out of the world’s light so she could find peace again in God’s light. Whitney was a down-to-earth kind of girl—a jeans and T-shirt type of girl. When she became “Whitney Houston,” her life was not her life anymore. She was whisked away for years, around the world and back again. And I saw her—not the Whitney Houston the media portrayed, but the real Whitney—begin to wither under the stress of it all.
Sanctuary, our Rock, our Deliverer, our Safe Place. But somewhere early in life, most of us find little substitutes that provide us temporary relief when we feel like God isn’t answering our prayers quickly enough. For some, it’s drugs or relationships. For others, it’s food or shopping. It doesn’t take much to become like Linus, the character in the Charlie Brown cartoon who couldn’t do without his blanket. Everywhere he went, he carried that blanket. Sometimes we go a bit crazy when we don’t
when I told her I was writing a book about the Whitney I knew. “I’m glad you’re remembering her like you do, BeBe. They didn’t know her. They think they knew her. You knew her.” But Cissy knew her most of all. That’s what moms do. They know you—everything about you. Cissy went on to tell me how her day that day was particularly hard—one of the hardest. How the sorrow can hit you when you least expect it. She wept most of the day. I told her that I was planning on attending church with her on