She's just a young child
With many years to live,
Rosy cheeks, twinkling eyes,
And so much love to give.
She grows a little older,
A teen without a care.
It's long hair in ponytails
That hold pink ribbons there.
She lives her life so busily,
Rushing here and rushing there.
Her time packed full of fun things,
Living life without a care.
The years pass by so swiftly,
A career and family for which to care.
Now she has her own little girl
With pink ribbons in her hair.
She knows there are important things
That she really needs to do,
Like breast self-examinations
And regular check-ups too.
She went to see her doctor
And heard these words that chilled the air,
"I am so very sorry,
But I'm afraid there's cancer there."
She took the news as anyone would,
Then gathered her dignity.
She looked at him across the desk
And said, "This will not beat me."
The months went slowly by,
And chemo took its toll.
It ravaged her body,
But couldn't touch her valiant soul.
A few years have come and gone,
And she's as strong as ever.
God has surely blessed her.
She's what's known as a survivor.
As she travels on through life,
There are pink ribbons everywhere.
But now they're not just pretty things
To adorn a child's hair.
They are a symbol of faith and courage
That she and others have shown,
Pink ribbons to remind her
That she is not alone.
So when you see pink ribbons,
Remember why they're there
And silently whisper
A special little prayer.
Please God, take away this dreaded thing
And make us all aware.
The only thing we need pink ribbons for
Is to adorn a small child's hair.
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".
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?"
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