It never fails -- the lady who cuts my hair was late.
I always make 8am appointments on Saturday mornings because I made the mistake of making a 9am appointment...I wasn't finished until noon that day. For a hair cut.
Just a hair cut.
What the heck, right?
Well, I went to my appointment on Saturday armed with a new book. I was totally engaged in my book, and I wasn't necessarily in a hurry, so I just patiently waited.
My lady finally arrived (8:45am), and she got started. She was unusually quiet. I tried not to look, but I noticed some major bruises on her arms. And a fractured wrist (no more of an explanation was given). I stayed quiet.
She cut my hair.
I tried not to look in the mirror because I kept seeing the bruises.
I hope she is ok.
I didn't complain once. I was finished at 10am.
I get it. Sometimes we have moments. I wasn't going to be a jerk because I don't know the whole story. I don't know what she was going through before she showed up to work to cut my hair.
Wish I was given this kind of respect (from kids, parents, co-workers). Truth is, not everyone is understanding. Truth is you can't see all bruises as some of them are on the heart. Truth is, maybe we should all be a little kinder.
Being kind doesn't cost a thing. Sometimes the best thing to say is to say nothing at all.
I always make 8am appointments on Saturday mornings because I made the mistake of making a 9am appointment...I wasn't finished until noon that day. For a hair cut.
Just a hair cut.
What the heck, right?
Well, I went to my appointment on Saturday armed with a new book. I was totally engaged in my book, and I wasn't necessarily in a hurry, so I just patiently waited.
My lady finally arrived (8:45am), and she got started. She was unusually quiet. I tried not to look, but I noticed some major bruises on her arms. And a fractured wrist (no more of an explanation was given). I stayed quiet.
She cut my hair.
I tried not to look in the mirror because I kept seeing the bruises.
I hope she is ok.
I didn't complain once. I was finished at 10am.
I get it. Sometimes we have moments. I wasn't going to be a jerk because I don't know the whole story. I don't know what she was going through before she showed up to work to cut my hair.
Wish I was given this kind of respect (from kids, parents, co-workers). Truth is, not everyone is understanding. Truth is you can't see all bruises as some of them are on the heart. Truth is, maybe we should all be a little kinder.
Being kind doesn't cost a thing. Sometimes the best thing to say is to say nothing at all.
Prompt: When was the last time you were kind? What did you do? How did the recipient respond?