The Ribbon
by How I found a Ribbon
I found this in my one folder – an item written in mid-September 2001. It seems like this is the time to post it. The song “Do you Remember” has become one of my favorites. I remember. I want others to do so.
The Ribbon
As I crossed the pedestrian bridge between Strawberry Square and the PA Capitol I saw a small blue patch on the concrete. I passed it but as I was getting near the far side I realized what it was and turned back. I could not allow it to remain there to be destroyed. I bent over and picked it up. Three pieces of ribbon, each about one half inch by three inches, held together by a simple straight pin. Someone had worn it proudly. Somehow it had fallen from its place. I slipped it into my pocket. It was not that I wanted to take it, but there was something evil about letting this red, white and blue object there to be trampled. As I crossed the bridge I realized I had changed. That little representation of our country had become as important to me as any fifteen-foot flag.
It now resides in my dresser drawer, in a box with other items I treasure.
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Post Commentthestickman
On March 2, 2009 at 3:40 pm
As a parent of a now 4-year old child, I get that same feeling now when I see a lone child’s sock, sandal or slipper on the sidewalk… I envision a mother and baby stroller with newborn in it and now …missing one sock!
I always try to pick these items up and hang them with dignity & respect upon a fence or branch in the hopes that the owner will pass that away again shortly and retrieve the dropped object.