The Umbrella – A Touching Story

There is nothing like a human-interest story with a warm fuzzy ending to reach the deep recesses of your heart.

On a rainy afternoon in New York City, 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 or our black children in America?”

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 naïve, privileged, ignorant, self-centred white bimbo like you would have the right to stand here and badmouth our country.

“If you touch me again, I’ll shove this umbrella up your ass and open it.”