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Hi everyone,
This came my way this a.m. and I just felt it was worth passing on.  It
reminds me of the only ad I remember from the "World's Sexiest Ads" some
weeks ago .... a beautiful young woman was walking through Singapore in a
low-cut sundress which she filled out very nicely, and every bloke in sight
looking at her.  The punchline - if only women would examine their breasts
as often as men did!


I make no apologies for using the power of this medium to pass this on.

From one who has been there,
Barbara

Awareness

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?"



Barbara Braxton
Teacher Librarian
Palmerston District Primary School
PALMERSTON ACT 2913

T.  02 6205 6162
F.  02 6205 7242
E.  barbara@dynamite.com.au
W. http://www.palmdps.act.edu.au
"Together, we learn from each other."

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