The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio Page #8

No.

He said that I beat

250,000 other entries.

And do you know what else?

It wasn't even my best one.

Honey...

Honey, you have your

whole life in front of you,

and you can make

of it whatever you want.

You have a marvelous mind.

And a beautiful heart.

And you can accomplish anything.

Everything is possible.

Do you know that?

Forgive him.

Forgive him so you can embrace this...

...truly remarkable day.

I love you, Mom.

I love you.

I never made it to Switzerland.

Naturally, I cashed in the trip

to pay off the mortgage.

However, I did get my chance to travel.

To Dallas, Texas where Dr. Pepper

made me their own queen for a day.

However, I was annoyed by the hat,

as my hair was flattened

for the rest of the day.

It was the first time I ate

a meal I didn't have to cook,

on a plate that I didn't have to wash.

Or soaked in a tub

that I didn't have to scrub.

Or slept in a bed

that I didn't have to make.

I never won another

major contest after that.

Nor did I ever travel much

beyond the Ohio-Indiana state line.

Drive safely.

But I'm happy to report

that every one of my children

got the chance

to see the world beyond.

I saw them off to California,

Colorado, virginia,

Texas, Florida,

New York.

I've watched them

graduate college, play ball,

practice nursing, practice law.

Bye, Mom.

And yes, some of them

have even written books.

My husband, Kelly, bless his soul,

found his peace, at last.

He left a legacy of atonement

that, frankly, took my breath away.

He deposited his pension

checks in a secret account

that he had opened just for me.

I never had to worry

about earning another nickel again.

- Does anyone want these?

- You can have it.

When it was my time

to take leave of this world,

all my chicks were there to see me off.

It was a lovely day, indeed.

Tuff, you want to take Mom's typewriter?

Oh, my goodness.

I believe this was

the last thing I ever wrote.

"Every time I pass the church,

I stop and make a visit.

So when I'm carried in feet first,

God won't say, 'Who is it?"'

Well, it's not my best.

But the sentiment is right.

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