My Father’s Vest

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When my father died he had several vests. One I gave to my niece, and one I kept for myself. Over the last few yeas, I have seen the magic flow everywhere this garment goes and usually it goes with me. I once walked by a large store window wearing the vest and that day it sparkled and prisms shot out in yellows and greens. It is not my imagination, and if it is, so be it. From whence it comes is not the reason or rhyme as to why it exists, but you will want to know why. My father was a small man in physical stature and a giant in my eyes and the eyes of many others. He brought the magic of success everywhere he went and in everything he did. Some of his magic remains in the fibers of the fabric that makes this vest so special. He inadvertently left some of his essence behind.

I went to a very elite gathering last year and met someone who knew my father. When it was established that my father was he who was so revered in the community, the man who had known him said to me, “ I can’t believe I am standing next to Marty’s daughter.” Oh how proud was I to be standing there, hearing what an honor it is to be Marty’s daughter. THE VEST and me.

When I adorn the ultra soft gray vest, the warmth becomes love, the ruggedness becomes confidence, the previous owner comes to give strength, approval, a non judgmental aura, the proof of validity, mental acuity, support, stability, and an altering positive feeling of self.

If I feel the least bit anxious about the day’s coming events, I dress with the vest and the day becomes my oyster. I know that this vest will wear out in the future with sagging threads, holy holes, and the tatters of a job well done. Each thread will be coveted and be re-knitted into a vest for the family. Each will take their turn at the lessons it has to share. It is hoped by me that this vest will continue to have the strength and power it shares with me for as long as the power remains in the belief.

My father would smile and agree that the vest is a semi shrine by the wearer. He would enjoy that it is being used and highly praised. I will tell you that each of you have a special garment in your array of garments that have the same powers of my father’s vest. It is up to you to find it. It may take a little time, or it may take long. Just do not be too quick to find it and don’t give up on the journey. Please report back to me with the garment you find that will give you the added joy of new powers.

 

 

 

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tom iaccino
    Jan 19, 2015 @ 10:41:18

    as always thank-you
    Thanks you for your father’s vest!!!!

    Reply

  2. Keith
    Jan 19, 2015 @ 11:32:08

    Loved the story. I can only imagine what power that vest emits.

    L&I are sitting here wondering if it was niece S who got the other vest on cleaning day?

    Reply

  3. Jodi Legarra
    Jan 19, 2015 @ 16:48:43

    Great story Sheila. Can I borrow your vest 🙂

    Reply

  4. Ilene Meyers
    Jan 19, 2015 @ 22:10:19

    Lucky me, I got to see you wear the vest and share the glow!

    Reply

  5. Nuala Ryan
    Jan 22, 2015 @ 20:08:29

    Experiencing the extraordinary in the ordinary! Essence of spirituality.

    Reply

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