She Gave it Her All

MiMi

Good better best may you never rest until the good gets better and the better best.

As a young boy these words played over and over again in my mind, and verbally repeated to me time and time again by my mother who was better known to all as “Mimi.”  She gave it her all as a single mother left to fend for herself and her five children.  She never lost sight of faith that one day her son would become a man.

What is all?  Is it the conclusion of the whole matter?  Maybe it’s as much as possible?  Or could it be every member or individual component of or the whole amount?  Doesn’t all mean all?

Let's look at these letters as an Acronym - A.L.L. and what they mean to you and I.

A = Allegiance

L = Laughter

L = Love

These 3 words will tell it all….

I’d like to share a story with you that took place while at a difficult period of my life, while I was battling with a vicious Drug and Alcohol Addiction that landed me in and out of prisons for 25 plus years.  (Half of my life)

I had burned every bridge imaginable; family, friend, and foe.  No one including my own shadow trusted me.  I was at a low point in my life. Fleeting thoughts of killing myself raced through my mind.  Needless to say I needed help and help real fast.  When I ended up on the doorstep of the one women who seen something in me beyond all my mess, I was welcomed by her warm embrace, told to come in and go clean up.  You see going 4,5 or even 6 days without washing one’s body and staying up all day and all night tends to have a story of its own.

Later my mother fed me and directed me to go upstairs to her room and get into her bed and get some needed rest.  She gave it her all.

After passing out from exhaustion for who knows how many hours I woke up rested and wondering what to do next.  Well, I received my answer.  As I opened my eyes and gained focus from a deep sleep, I noticed the sun had poked its warm rays through the bedroom window and landed on my mother’s table next to her bed.  Something colorful and sparkling caught my attention.  It was my mother’s wedding rings.

To make a long story short, I grabbed the rings, placed them in my pocket and raced down the step towards the door on my way to my next high. On my way out I heard the sweet voice of my mother who was working in the kitchen none the less preparing a meal fit for a king,  With one thing on my mind……To get high.  In no time flat I walked out of the Pawn Shop with about $70.00 and within an hour I was broke, “Again” busted and disgusted with nowhere to go.  I had seemly burned the only life line to my existence.

Well, this story would have it that I landed back at my mother’s house a week or so later.  I was welcomed in with joy (her Allegiance), greeted with a smile (her Laughter), and a hug and a kiss (her Love).  It felt good to be loved.  On our way to the kitchen, my mother presented me with one simple question "Ronnie, have you seen my rings?"  Huh!

While dropping my head I found myself speechless.  Mimi placed her hand softly on my chin and gently lifted my head (as if to make me proud) with her eyes glued to mine and said with a smile:  “Well, son I guess you needed them more them me."

She had given it her all. Her many years of Allegiance, Laughter and Love towards me were summed up in that statement.

It has taken me many years of living a selfish life style for me to understand what All really meant and for the Good to Get Better and the Better Best.

Today, I give it my All (helping others in making their next CHOICE their best CHOICE.)  Now will you give it yours?