“I’m a self made man.”

“So, what do you think of me now? Didn’t think I would make it did you. Well, I did and no one helped me. I worked hard and I studied hard and I climbed the ladder to success all by myself. I’m a prime example of what a person can do if they just try hard enough. I’m very proud of what I’ve accomplished and I’m proud to say with old Frank, I did it my way. It hasn’t been easy but I proved what a person can do if they really want to. So, what do you think of me now?”

“Excuse me sir, do you mind if I ask a few questions about your rise to fame and fortune?”

“No, of course not. I’m happy to share my success. No secrets there.”

“Well I just want to ask a few things and then if you don’t mind, give me your answer.”

“That’s fine. Ask away.”

“To begin with, who fed you when you couldn’t walk and who taught you how to talk? When you weren’t able to wash yourself, who gave you a bath and put clean clothes on you? By the way, where did the clean clothes come from? Who nursed you when you were sick and who kissed away the hurts? Did you teach yourself how to tie your shoes and ride a bike and hold a fork? When storms came and the night wind howled who’s arms did you seek? Did you in fact really raise yourself? Did anyone ever encourage you when you were not up to the task or pick you up when you fell? Who taught you right from wrong? You did it your way but where did you learn that way?”

The self-made man stood still and the bluster left his face. A tear formed on one cheek. I knew what he was thinking. His mother had died several years before and in his hurry to achieve success he had put her out of his mind. I waited for the answer to my questions. At last he was able to speak.

“My mother. Bless her heart, she made me what I am. I was so prideful I forgot where I got my start. I’m not a self-made man, I’m a mother-made man.”

“So are we all,” I said. “Let’s thank God for our precious mothers.”


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