My name is Pamela. I am the inventor of Pambra’s, “The Original Bra Liner.” I was pretty much a stay-at-home mom taking care of three kids, running my home, and taking an occasional part-time job to supplement the family income. I had always heard how homemakers had far more skills then they gave their selves credit for, such as organizer, banker, seamstress, etc. Now to turn that in to a business was a whole different thing.

One night, I kissed my husband good night and, as I did, I said to him, “ I wish I could find a way to make money and stay home.” This was my light bulb moment. Like a beacon in the night this idea pops into my head, it’s 9:00 pm and I am so wired with these thoughts filling my head. I got up and sat writing notes as they filled my head until 4 am. It all just kept coming from out of no where.

In the morning when I shared with my husband what happened he says, without any enthusiasm, “Ya, Ya.” Oh ye of little faith, I thought. That day I went to the library and found books on what to do with an invention. The same day this company shows up on TV, you know one of those company’s that will develop your invention for you? So the following day, I went in to talk to these people and signed papers.

I continued to pay this company for well over a year and was getting no where. In the mean time, my husband had shared, with all his co-workers, my invention. One of his Boss’ kept sending my husband home to ask if I wanted an investor. I know now that many people would give there right arm for what was being offered to me, but I kept saying no. For almost two years I said no. I did not want to be obligated to any one.

One night his boss’ phones our home and ask to speak to my husband which I oblige, and I hand the phone over. I soon hear our checking account number being given to this man, who to me was really a stranger. I was suddenly filled with mixed emotions of anger and excitement that I would finally see my “idea” come to light.

The time came where I had his boss over to the house to discuss repayment of his investment. He sat across from me in my living room. When I asked him, “ok, what would you like in return?”

His answer was “nothing.”

“No,” I said, “come on everyone wants something?”

He said “ I am your Angel.”

“No.” I said, “what is it you really want!”

He said, “No. I am just to be called your Angel. No one must ever know it is me.” He continued on to say, “I could die tomorrow and you would be out an investor…” or, “The Idea” wouldn’t sell and he would lose out his money. Either way, he wanted to take the risk and did not want to be known.

Things happened so fast it was like I was on a ride. I was a corporate President over night, with an office and a warehouse. I was given “carter blanch” to do anything I needed to do, including hiring of contractors and employees. He made sure I had a brand new car and a wardrobe full of business clothing for all the traveling and meetings I would be attending.

Sandy, a friend of mine, and I had to test and retest fabric and lining material until we got exactly what I was looking for. Some things were trial and error throughout the entire process. My Angel would always tell me “ your doing just fine, continue on,” and, “I don’t want you to worry about anything.”

I had never had a person like this in my life. I knew I was blessed in many ways. My Angel had told me once that when he was a young boy his father had said to him “ Son, find an invention and you will have your greatest riches.” My Angel searched his whole life for an invention, even inventing and patenting an idea for bicycle spokes; which he could never get marketed, such is the case for most inventions.

He had so many words of wisdom from his own experiences. About a year into working with him he developed a cough. It lasted a long time and I kept asking him what it was and he said “the doctors are sure it’s just a cough.” Finally, after another four months had gone by, he had told me that I would not see or hear from him the first week of April. Well April 1st came and every thing happened. We got our first large catalog company. We were contacted by our local Channel 4 News and a high-end fashion magazine from New York had called wanting to do an article on Pambra’s.

I knew my Angel would surely want to hear about all this. I could not reach him by phone at all, On the night of April 2,  I said “Lord, where is my angel?” I no sooner spoke those words and a hospital name, as well as, an unknown city came to my mind.

Now you see, I was lead all along by these little talks with God, so I trusted what had come to me. I went to the phone and ask the operator if there was a hospital in the town I ask for, she quickly gave me the number. I was shocked , so I called the number and asked for my Angel by name.

The receptionist transferred my call to the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit. I had hair standing up off my arms by now. A nurse answered and said he was there, but he could not come to the phone right now.

I called again the next morning and again he could not talk. So I ask the nurse to give him a message, “could you please tell him the lady on the phone, wants him to know she loves him and is praying for her Angel.” The nurse returns to say he had the biggest smile on his face since arriving four days earlier, again April 1st.

I waited a few days and called again, this time I got to speak to him. He was more worried for me then for himself. I kept telling him, “I am fine and so is the company.” He insisted that he had to get more money to me, and I said “that was not necessary.” I asked if I could come to see him and he said “ no I don’t want you to see me like this.” He kept saying he would be out in a few days. “ I don’t want you to worry about anything,” he tells me.

When I ask what was wrong he did not have any answers for me. So, I respected his wishes and did not go. A couple of days went by again and I called again, but this time he could not come to the phone at all. I knew in my heart that God was telling me to go to the hospital. My biggest concern was what if I ran into his family? They would not know who I was and perhaps I would be breaking his confidence if any one had seen me there. I had to set all that aside and go.

So I dressed like the business women he taught me to be, grabbed all the courage I could find, and went to the hospital. Walking through the high foyer, I glanced around at how pretty it was and walking slowly asked myself what I would say to my Angel or if I would even get in. When I got to the double doors I used the wall page and ask to see my Angel by name. The door was unlocked and I walked in. He was there in the first room. His eyes were closed, he was connected to oxygen, and a heart monitor.

I placed my hand on his and called him by name but there was no response. So I softly began to pray for him hoping he would hear my voice. His entire body began to shake, I realize later that he was crying inside, but could not respond, I finished my prayer and left, leaving my business card with the desk to put in his file, thinking he would want to know who had come to see him.

I returned the next day and he was still sleeping, Which I later learned was only the morphine making him sleep. I held his hand and said his name, he squeezed my hand this time but did not open his eyes. A lady came in and said she would like to talk to me. She identified herself as the hospital social worker. Because I was lead to leave my card the day before. We sat and talked and she revealed to me that my Angel had had surgery to remove a mass between his lungs and that the surgery had left a gapping hole and that he would not make it. I sat there totally numb and then fell apart. I was frozen in my chair and could not bring myself to even leave. The hospital staff somehow knew the relationship was important and that I should know about his health. He was not sick when we started working together just 14 months earlier, He could not have know he was going to be this gravely ill. It turned out this was only supposed to be a simple biopsy.

I finally did leave, only to return the following day. My mission with my Angel was becoming so very clear to me. I had decided to go on a fast until I had an answer that my Angel had the lord in his heart and was going to heaven. I fasted for four days straight, drinking only liquids now and then, I sang and held his hand. I had said to my friend, Sandy, how I just wanted to see his blue eyes again and needed to know that he had the lord in his heart. On the fourth day, I was wiping his face and let the cloth put moisture on his lips when he opened his eyes. My request had been answered, the blue eyes were looking at me. I was holding his hand when I said to him “I love you my friend and I need to know if you have the lord in your heart. If you were going to heaven…” He tried to talk with the oxygen line down his throat and could not, instead he took my hand and pressed it into his heart. I knew that instant his answer was yes. The touch of his hand holding mine went thru my entire body, and when he put our hands on his heart, It was clearer then any verbal answer I could get.

I stayed all night, I wanted to be near him when it was time for him to leave. The nurses had kept me company all night. At one point, I was so tired that I walked to his sink to wash my hands and I quietly asked, in my heart, “Lord when will you take him?” My eyes stopped on the calendar and the date was “Passover.” It was Easter weekend. I knew this was "his" Passover day. Early the next morning, as the sun began coming through his big picture window, his breathing pattern had changed, as did the heart monitor. I asked God to send someone to help him on his way. I suddenly felt this heavy presence over my left shoulder. I looked around the empty room and back at him. I told him “I love you, now go and find the face of Jesus.” Just then, the presence was gone and the heart monitor drifted to a flat line shortly after that. I knew within my heart that his spirit left first, and that there was no pain in death. My Angel found his greatest riches, the ones his father had told him to seek out as a child. He had found the invention that, in the end, changed his life and mine. He left behind all his wisdom and knowledge for me to grow with. I will be forever blessed by having him as my friend, my mentor, and my Angel.

I got to meet his wonderful mother Mary, two days before he died, She excepted me into her heart and her life with out Question. We spent many wonderful hours together getting to know each other even after my Angel was gone. She alliterated what my Angel had already told me,

"Pamula" as she called me, his Daddy told him to find an invention and he looked his whole life. She knew in her heart that our meeting was not by chance but meant to be.

With all of the above said, I could never put Pambra’s out to the public with out you knowing how it came about. Ladies grab your dream, a vision or what ever you want to call it and run with it. Never let anyone tell you that you can not live a dream. Seek out your dreams. Life is too short to not let yourself soar to your full potential. Perhaps you will have your greatest riches as well. I have been in magazines and newspapers all over the United States. I was voted as one of twenty-four “Up and Coming Young Business Leader” within our community. I received ownership of the Pambra’s name with the United States Patent office, three months after my Angel left.

Now it is time for me to pull everything I know and believe in and get this product out there. Because I have been blessed with an Idea that no one else had. Through a patent search, it seems women have always had this problem of perspiration under the breast, but it’s one of those ungraceful things they don’t talk about. Instead, they quietly try to find there own solutions of tissue, powder and, yes, some have tried mini pads. I will forever miss his words" I don't ever want you to worry about anything" and his constant encouragement "your doing everything just right"

I have purposely left my Angels name out of the above testimony, I know now that it was not his name or mine that is important. What was important is the purpose that Pambra’s had in his life, mine, and now yours!

 Thank you to my kids for their enormous help: Jeanette, Veronica, Jimmy, Matthew and Mark. Thank you to my Angel’s wonderful mother, Mary. Also Bob, Sandi, Cheryl, Kim, Ronald, and Jeff, all who encouraged me to live a dream.