Power made me a coat. For along time i kept in the back of my closet. I didn't like to wear it much, but i always took good care of it.
When i first started wearing it again it smelled like mothballs. As i wore it more,it started fitting better, and stopped smelling like mothballs.

I was afraid if i wore the coat too much, someone would want to take it or else i would accidently leave it in the dojo dressing room.
But it really has my name on the label now, and it doesn't really fit anyone else.
When people ask me where i found such a becoming garment, i tell them about the tailor, Power, who knows how to make coats that you grow into.
First you must find the courage to approach him and ask him to make your coat.

Then you must find th patience inside yourself to wear the coat until it fits.

J.Ruth Gendler