The Third Person by David
We all are the third person. We all had parents and we are the third person as the product of two different personalities. It took me almost fifty years and finally some help from the Veterans Administration doctors for my depression to straighten my head out just enough to start learning things over the last six years. I finally started being that third person......I chose who I was going to be. I took the positive things from my parents and disregarded, finally, the many negative things and I only did this by coming to terms with becoming "Responsible".
No one else is making me act the way I do. I have choices to be who I want to be, but I have to stand for something. I'm not anybody unless I have a code to go by. Learn the words yes and no. Do I stand for this?.......yes! Do I tolerate that?......no! Not maybe!!!
We can make up all kinds of excuses why we are like we are.........because of our parents, until we see how our children start hating us for ways we treated them when they were growing up. When we have raised them the same ways our parents treated us.
I am responsible for my actions. No one else is causing me to be the way I am. I just hope that by my example, my children who are seventeen and eighteen, will learn in the "next" seventeen and eighteen years what I have learned............
I am responsible for my actions. No one else is causing me to be the way I am. I just hope that by my example, my children who are seventeen and eighteen, will learn in the "next" seventeen and eighteen years what I have learned............



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David, I can really relate to this article. You have some wonderful insight and I appreciate so much the writing that you are doing. It's my belief that by sharing our thoughts and feelings with others who suffer, we are helping in some small way. Thank you. your sis, Susan
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Uncle Dave, I enjoyed your article. I like the idea of "the third person." Interesting ideas. Write some more soon. Love ya, Jen
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