Everyone is born with the natural desire to be Number One. It is our
desire and our birthright to be and express our finest and best at all
Noel Shorter is
only five when his father dies.
He approves of
the man his mother later falls in love with and marries. Handsome
young Heck is in love with Deanna and her three angels. Deanna and
Heck build a warm caring family. Everyone thinks blond blue eyed Noel
is Heck’s birth son. Both men have this pure Germanic look and a way
of serving others that identifies them as father and son.
Noel is bright
and has a generous heart. The little blond angel is always there to
share. He is a blessing to everyone and sincerely helpful. He is an
enthusiastic student, especially in subjects he likes. His hobby is
Noel marries and fathers a son, Dewey. The marriage fails and Noel
must raise his son alone. Over-awed with his little son he is unable
to raise Dewey by himself but he aims for the baby’s best. The
best for him are his parents, Deanna and Heck.
opens his compassionate heart ready to rock a crying angel in his
confused. He is busy finding out who he is, what he is and why he is.
He searches for a deeper sense in life and tries to find it with
friends, in literature, with books and more.
Few see behind
the façade of this thirtysomething young man. Overwhelmed with
frustration and grief, he too dies.
Now twelve, his
son Dewey feels lost without his dad. "Why me, oh Lord," he
wants to know. "I love my daddy, I love him."
tell," Grandpa Heck wisely explains, always finding the good in
every experience. "You see, life is what we each make out of
it," he says one evening sitting together on the wooden back
porch watching the reddish evening sky with the setting sun, "We
have the ability to make ourselves happy or unhappy, sick or healthy,
rich or poor. All by our thinking. You and me, we could feel sorry for
ourselves about your dad dying. If we pity ourselves we are tough on
us. We are a burden on the rest of our family and the whole world. You
and me, we know better. We know we can say the truth about ourselves
that: I Am Number One and I Like Me!"
listening attentively. He is now a young teenager with facial
expressions like his dad Noel had in his early teens. He wiggles his
nose searching for words as he familiarly and happily snuggles into
his granddad’s arms. He feels good all over. He loves grandpa Heck.
Grandpa is always there with something that makes him feel good inside
positive attitude. He soaks up grandpa Heck’s wise words and the
great gift his father gave him a mentor and a loving, caring
surrogate father: Heck!
passed since Noel moved on and life continues.
It is on a
clear sparkling Sunday morning in the brilliant month of May, when
Heck and Dewey sit together on the porch sharing. The sun lazily peaks
over the mountains announcing a happy new day. The two men father
and grandson quietly enjoy the morning listening to the birds and
time we make order in your dad’s affairs," Heck gently suggests
while getting up to open the garage door. There in a corner are five
boxes filled with Noel’s things.
After a few
minutes of looking suddenly Dewey’s face brightens up. He stops
rummaging through music tapes, books and papers delightfully reading
the title of one of the books: "I Am Number One! Look grandad,"
he exclaims, curiously and full of excitement sniffling into the
pages. "Look, what DAD read!" Heck could not believe his
eyes. "I AM NUMBER ONE! Why I know the author. I know him
personally. I have walked this beautiful meditation path in the
picture on the cover, you see here on the front page, it is just one
of many meditation paths of God Unlimited/University of Healing up in
Campo. How did Noel get this book? How?" Heck was dumbfounded.
Taking the book
Heck gives it a fleeting glance. "I treasure this kind of
reading. This is balm for the soul," he admits candidly.
"Yes, it is, it is Herb, the author. I know him, I talked with
him many times. He gives seminars all over the world on positive
thinking and . . . ." Heck disappears for a moment returning with
the UNI’s monthly GIST magazine. "Look here, Herb’s picture,
the same man who writes in this precious little magazine and this book
I Am Number One.
that Noel read this kind of a book comes to me like a flower of joy. I
see where Noel’s interest was I did not always understand
him," grandpa says.
"I want to
read it!" Dewey elates. "It sounds like a good book for me
too. I Am Number One just what you always tell me, grandad!"
this book cracked an unhappy shell in the whole family in losing our
Noel," grandpa Heck sighs.
whispers mother Deanna. "That was Noel’s dream: being number
one. He was it and after finding this book, I am sure he knew it