I got this from a Canadian friend.
This wonderful story moved me to share it with you. It might be time that
all protestors re-evaluate their position in life.
THE UMBRELLA - A TOUCHING STORY
On a rainy afternoon, a group of protesters were gathered outside the grocery store
handing out pamphlets on the“evils” of America. I politely declined to take one.
There was an elderly woman behind me and a young (20-ish) female protester offered
her a pamphlet, which she politely declined.
The young protester gently put her hand on the old woman's shoulder and in a patronizing
voice said, "Don't you care about the children of Iraq?"
The old woman looked up at her and said: "Honey, my father died in France during World War II,
I lost my husband in Korea , and a son in Vietnam All three died so a naive, ignorant,
self-centered bimbo like you could have the right to stand here and badmouth our country,
and if you touch me again, I'll shove this umbrella up your ass and open it."
This wonderful story moved me to share it with you. It might be time that
all protestors re-evaluate their position in life.
THE UMBRELLA - A TOUCHING STORY
On a rainy afternoon, a group of protesters were gathered outside the grocery store
handing out pamphlets on the“evils” of America. I politely declined to take one.
There was an elderly woman behind me and a young (20-ish) female protester offered
her a pamphlet, which she politely declined.
The young protester gently put her hand on the old woman's shoulder and in a patronizing
voice said, "Don't you care about the children of Iraq?"
The old woman looked up at her and said: "Honey, my father died in France during World War II,
I lost my husband in Korea , and a son in Vietnam All three died so a naive, ignorant,
self-centered bimbo like you could have the right to stand here and badmouth our country,
and if you touch me again, I'll shove this umbrella up your ass and open it."
