In the guidelines for the TMIC on the TMIC web site (posted here: http://myelitis.org/tmic/#guidelines) it specifically says "Please *do not*forward or post long jokes or fictional stories." It would be better to forward this kind of thing just to people whose e-mail addresses you have whom you think might really want it.
Plus you have to remember that everything that goes through the TMIC is archived online, so all those e-mail addresses you copied in your forward are now public. Barbara H. On Sun, May 19, 2013 at 10:56 PM, <heyjude48...@aol.com> wrote: > ** > This was sent to me by my very best friend, read and forward, for the > chain hasn't been broken yet. I love you, > Jude TIAD > Michigan > > > ------------------------------ > From: ccraterl...@aol.com > To: angel_...@yahoo.com, dbparatroo...@aol.com, scottbingha...@hotmail.com, > buford...@aol.com, gmrlsm...@yahoo.com, honda...@att.net, > heyjude48...@aol.com, jackykalvai...@ymail.com, jeannie.d...@gm.com, > jessicakalvai...@yahoo.com, jwally...@att.net, vickiekess...@aol.com, > michelestja...@gmail.com, ppros...@med.umich.edu, s...@toast2.net, > vsell...@bellsouth.net > Sent: 5/19/2013 9:11:36 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time > Subj: The Yellow Shirt (don't delete) > > A wonderful story! > > > > > *Subject:* *Fwd: The Yellow Shirt (don't delete)* > > > > *Wonderful Story!* > > The 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 be came 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, 25 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, I 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 > ind a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In > Ephesians, I read, 'So use every piece of God's armour 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 armour, 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 armour? My courage was renewed. > > Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to > Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser > drawer > > 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 closet. > > 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 > eached 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. 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 that > she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following yearat > 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. > > There's some mighty fine advice in these words, even if you're not > superstitious. This 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 > > Do not keep this message. It must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES. > > > _____________ > > > > > > > > >
