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,
The man he addressed said, "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
"Oh, sorry dude. She died of breast
"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
"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
"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...
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