Monday, July 15, 2013

Another Hairy Tale

So, yesterday after church, a woman came up to me and asked if she could take a picture of me. I asked what, why? She knew I had cancer treatments all fall, winter, and into the spring. She said she'd been looking at me for the past hour, and she loved my hair - my cut, my curl, my color, and she wanted to take a picture, so the next time she got her hair "done," she could ask that it look like mine.

I told her sure, but warned her that my cut, curl, and color were extraordinarily expensive. She said, "You mean you haven't had it 'done,' since your cancer treatments." I told her "no," assuring her that what I had was "au naturale." She snapped away, I laughed -

Mark Twain once said, "I can live for two months on a good compliment." It may not be a two months' compliment, yet I found a smile and a tiny bit of grace.

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