it’s been some time since i wrote about a bad experience i had when dropping my grandmother at her doctor’s office. well yesterday i started believing again, in one way or another. sitting next to me in my hairdresser’s shop was an old lady, aged anywhere between 70 and 80. you could tell her hearing was bad and it took the hairdresser a couple of times to find out what kind of haircut she wanted to get. i was listening to their conversation while i had my hair cut and the longer i listened the more i believed that there is some really good people in this world left. the hairdresser, probably my age, seems to be one of them. the way she was taking care of the woman 50 years her senior was beautiful and touching at the same time. and as time passed, a smile appeared on that old woman’s face, a smile that came by heart.
when she was done and carefully guided to the cash desk, she looked at herself in the mirror and the smile persisted. because by taking care of her the young hairdressed did something that we remember ourselves of: even if only for a second – she made another person feel beautiful.
i believe.