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Thread: Worth reading

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    Worth reading

    The Yellow Shirt

    The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets
    trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years
    of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home
    from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes
    Mom intended to give away. "You're not taking that old thing, are you?"
    Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I
    was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"
    "It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object.
    The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it.
    After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new
    apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.
    The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow
    shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family,
    since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois. But that shirt
    helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was
    pregnant, 15 years earlier. That Christmas, mindful of the warm
    feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in
    holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her
    "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned
    it again.
    The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to
    pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table,
    I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!
    And so the pattern was set.
    On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's
    mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost
    two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our
    living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now
    while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.
    In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, prepared
    to move back to Illinois As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I
    wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a
    job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians,
    I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever
    he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."
    I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the
    stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's
    love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.
    Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to
    The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser
    Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I
    discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning
    Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the
    breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT."
    Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an
    apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed,
    "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER." But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all
    the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom
    from Arlington, VA. We enclosed an official looking letter from "The
    Institute for the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient
    of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's
    face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.
    Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding,
    Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers.
    After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I
    reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped
    the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt.
    Hey even if it ain't broke it's still fun to tinker with it.

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    Re: Worth reading

    Inside a pocket was a note: "Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother."
    That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the
    verses: "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And
    the,peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't
    be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I
    will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very
    happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am.
    I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do,
    you will believe in me."
    The shirt was Mother's final gift She had known for three months
    she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following
    year at age 57.
    I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But
    I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game
    she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in
    college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow
    shirt with big pockets.
    You have 6 minutes....
    There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not
    superstitious. This Lotus Totus has been sent To you for good luck
    from the Anthony Robbins organization. It has been sent around the world
    ten times so Far. You will receive good luck within four days of relaying
    this Lotus Totus.
    Do not keep this message. The Lotus Totus must leave your hands in 6
    Otherwise you will get a very unpleasant surprise. This is true, even
    you are not superstitious, agnostic, or otherwise faith impaired.
    Now, here's the FUN part!
    Send this to at least 5 people and your life will improve.
    Hey even if it ain't broke it's still fun to tinker with it.

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