I forgot to include this in the last post. A woman in the waiting room today looked over at me on her way back and said… “You’re hair is so pretty”.

Now, you can understand why I was so thankful for that complement, but let me just tell you that it hit me deep. What a nice thing to say. She was actually the caregiver to a woman that I am assuming is her mother. It was really one of the kindest things anyone could say to a person in that room.

She had probably looked at it long enough to figure out that it is real, but that is always a question in that room of people. Also, the fact that I’m in the middle of it all growing back out and the process means that it is always changing. Some days, it lays down and others it sticks up. Some days it looks fixed and others there is no amount of products that could make it do anything normal.

So, thank you ma’am for making my day…think about it. That cost her nothing more than breaking down a wall and saying something kind to me, a complete stranger.

It’s amazing how far our kind words can go…think about it.