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A version of this article was mailed to me by Delicia Thayer, but she is not the author. If anyone knows who the original author is, I would appreciate hearing about it so that I can give credit where credit is due.

Breast Cancer Awareness

author unknown, edited by Traute Klein

October is "Breast Cancer Awareness Month" and I am sharing an inspirational story about honoring the memory of breast cancer victims by promoting awareness.

A handsome middle-aged man walked quietly into the cafe and sat down. Before he ordered, he could not help but notice a group of younger men at the table next to him. It was obvious that they were making fun of something about him, and it was not until he remembered that he was wearing a small pink ribbon on his suite lapel that he understood the cause of their joviality.

The man brushed off the reaction as ignorance, but the smirks began to get to him. He looked one of the rude men squarely in the eye, placed his hand beneath the ribbon and asked quizzically, "This?"

The men burst out laughing.

"Hey, sorry man," the younger man quipped, "but we were just commenting on how pretty your little ribbon looks against your blue jacket!"

The older man calmly motioned for the joker to come and sit at his table. As uncomfortable as he was, the fellow obliged, not really sure why. In a soft voice, the older man explained, "I want 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. 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 man went on.

"And she's okay, too?" the other fellow asked.

"Oh yes. She's fine. Her breasts have been a great source of loving pleasure for both of us, and with them she 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. She died of breast cancer one month ago. She thought she was too young to have the disease, so when she happened to notice 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 man reached in his pocket and handed the other man a little pink ribbon. The fellow looked at it, slowly raised his head and asked, "Can you help me put it on?"