Many of our linguistic idioms are grounded in something practical and tangible, even if the circumstances around them seem anachronistic.
Today, you’ll still hear references to people who are described as so generous they would “give you the shirt off their back,” even though we live in a society where true clotheslessness is not a pressing need.
However, I did find myself in need recently, and this is the story of just such a man.
Cold Comfort
Two months ago, we had an unexpected ice storm hit the area. I was at work in a series of departmental meetings, and while we were fortunate that there was not a huge issue with power outages, I was prevented from getting home. And even if I had made it home successfully, there was a much greater chance that I would be socked in by icy streets on the very hilly terrain surrounding my neighborhood.
I was committed to staying, but I didn’t have a shirt to wear the next day.
One of my co-workers, James Chapman, got a spare from his house. The shirt not exactly off his back, but one of his best.
A couple of days later, I dropped it off to be dry cleaned, as I wanted to return it in the same condition he’d presented it to me. James wasn’t in, he was battling a nasty case of the flu… so I had one of the administrative assistants open up his office just long enough to hang the shirt on the inside of his door.
I didn’t see James the next week, because the flu was keeping him down. It later settled in as pneumonia, and he ended up in intensive care.
What started as a persistent cough during our meetings became the flu.
What he endured as a flu became pneumonia.
And that pneumonia transformed into Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome.
After 48 days in the ICU, James is gone to a better place.
Senseless
There’s no way to make sense of such things. Trying to do so will only make you dizzy, or even crazy.
It does make you pause.
One of my coworkers said “This is one of those ‘Hug your loved ones now because you never know‘ sorta moments,” and he’s right. You can’t take those moments for granted; none of us know how long we have.
We pay our respects tomorrow, and there will be many of us. James touched a lot of people in that way, through his unique humor, his balance, his ability, his diplomacy and his faith. He was generous to the core, and I am going to miss him a lot.
That’s what I was thinking about today, as I saw that yellow shirt hanging in his office.

Ike, I am so sorry to hear about your colleague. You’ve written a lovely tribute to him.
Thank you.
Thank you for sharing and for the reminder to not take anything for granted. {{{{hugs}}}}
The longer we go, the more likely we are to encounter these moments… don’t let days pass by.
My condolences. His generosity did not go unnoticed.
Ike. What a beautiful story…obviously about a beautiful man. No doubt, you will always smile when you see yellow shirts from now on. Thinking of his family, friends and coworkers!
He will be missed, thank you.
Made me cry. Life is sometimes so much shorter than we expect. But I’m not really sure why we “expect” anything. And yes, now is a perfect time to hug the people you love. And to appreciate the gift of friendship and those who share their lives with us. Thank you, my friend, for sharing your life and bits of your soul with me. My life is infinitely better as a result.
Much love to you and everyone as you celebrate James and his life, and send him off to a better place.
Your friend,
Shelly
Shelly, you’re a doll. Thank you.
And you’re right, we take so much for granted. The miracle is that trillions upon trillions of interactions go right every day – molecular mutations, chemicals in the right proportions. Do you have any idea how fragile life truly is, and what can go wrong?
I just took a deep breath, and I am enjoying it.
Knowing James he would have probably given you greif about dry cleaning it for him.
Great tribute Ike – I know Beth and the boys would say the same.
Thanks Jeff… I think you’re right.