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[APO-L] :) Breast Cancer Awareness Month :)
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Phill 'Bald One' Smith)
Mon Apr 10 18:20:27 2000
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Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 18:21:15 -0400
Reply-To: Phill 'Bald One' Smith <pts5@CORNELL.EDU>
From: Phill 'Bald One' Smith <pts5@CORNELL.EDU>
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Just wanted to send this along to everyone that could possibly benefit from
this. Please remember that Breast Cancer does not just affect women over
40. Teach the young so that they will be knowledgeable so that we won't
lose our children to this horrible disease.
@~'~,~'~~~
A handsome, middle-aged man walked quietly into the cafe and sat down.
Before he ordered, he couldn't help but notice a group of younger men at
the table next to him. It was obvious they were making fun of something
about him, and it wasn't until he remembered he was wearing a
small pink ribbon on the lapel of his suit that he became aware of what the
joke was all about.
The man brushed off the reaction as ignorance, but the smirks began to get
to him. He looked one of the rude men square in the eye, placed his hand
beneath the ribbon and asked, quizzically, "This?".
With that the men all began to laugh out loud. The man he addressed
said, as he fought back
laughter, "Hey, sorry man, but we were just commenting on how pretty your
little ribbon looks
against your blue jacket!"
The middle aged man calmly motioned for the joker to come over to his
table, and invited him to sit down. As uncomfortable as he was, the guy
obliged, not really sure why. In a soft voice, the middle
aged man said, "I wear this ribbon to bring awareness about breast cancer.
I wear it in my mother's honor."
"Oh, sorry dude. She died of breast cancer?"
"No, she didn't. She's alive and well. But her breasts nourished me as
an infant, and were a soft resting place for my head when I was scared or
lonely as a little boy. I'm very grateful for my mother's breasts, and her
health."
"Umm," the stranger replied, "yeah".
" And I wear this ribbon to honor my wife", the middle aged man went on.
"And she's okay, too?", the other guy asked.
"Oh, yes. She's fine. Her breasts have been a great source of loving
pleasure for both of us, and with them she nurtured and nourished our
beautiful daughter 23 years ago. I am grateful for my wife's
breasts, and for her health."
"Uh huh. And I guess you wear it to honor your daughter, also?"
"No. It's too late to honor my daughter by wearing it now. My daughter
died of breast cancer one month ago.She thought she was too young to have
breast cancer, so when she accidentally noticed a small lump, she ignored
it. She thought that since it wasn't painful, it must not be anything to
worry
about."
Shaken and ashamed, the now sober stranger said, "Oh, man, I'm so
sorry mister".
"So, in my daughter's memory, too, I proudly wear this little ribbon,
which allows me the opportunity to enlighten others. Now, go home and talk
to your wife and your daughters, your mother and your friends. And here . . ."
The middle-aged man reached in his pocket and handed the other man a
little pink ribbon.
The guy looked at it, slowly raised his head and asked, "Can ya help
me put it on?"
This is breast cancer awareness month. Do regular breast self-exams
and have annual mammograms if you are a woman over the age of 40. And
encourage those women you love to do the same. Please send this on to
anyone you would like to remind of the importance of breast cancer
awareness.
A CANDLE LOSES NOTHING BY LIGHTING ANOTHER CANDLE.
This one I do ask that you send on.
--
Phillip T. Smith
Cornell University
pts5@cornell.edu
"All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away, again.
It's too far away for me to hold, it's too far away."
Shimmer, by Fuel
