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Myself Third

Story ID:6969
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Dillon Montana USA
Year:2011
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Myself Third
By Chuck Dishno

Many years ago when I was about 10, I remember coming home from school and heading straight to the cookie jar. When I lifted the lid I found a little scrap of paper taped to the inside. In my Mom's handwriting it said, "Myself Third".

I didn't think too much about it but when I went to the cupboard to get a glass for my milk, there was another note that said, "Myself Third". It still didn't make much of an impression on me until I went to the bathroom and when I lifted the seat, there was the same message taped on the underside of the toilet lid.

Now my curiosity was beginning to get to me and the hunt was on to see where else I could find that strange message. It was everywhere. In the closet, in my sock drawer, on the stovetop, under plates, just about everywhere I looked that strange note was lurking.

I then went looking for Mom and found her in the kitchen making me a sandwich. When I asked about this strange note, Mom said she was thinking about life and decided that she should always consider herself last - God First, Others Second and Myself Third.

What a great way to put things in to proper order. That's the way Mom was, not a brilliant philosopher but just a wonderful lady with a love for God and knew how to put things in the proper order.

Mom lived to be 95 and never changed her outlook on life and God. She was the most religious person I have ever known and if she is not in Heaven now then there is no Heaven.

I am now 76 years old and when I turned 50, and was given the big "50" birthday party, I was asked to say something, I said I had only one thing to say and it was to my Mother. I said, "Mom, 50 years and nine months ago, thank you for not saying no." She said, "You're welcome, son."

I now say to you, Mom, "Thank you for the values of life you taught me and I will always try to think of myself as “Myself Third."