Who is listening?

Something interesting happened to me this morning, I cried in a public place and then had an interesting epiphany. I had waited several weeks to get my hair cut because the lady I wanted just happened to be away every time I called for an appointment. There are two other ladies there that have both done my hair in times past but not being particularly happy with either I wanted the one who was never there, or was busy! This morning as I was sunning myself on my deck I decided to give it one last try before I found my own hair scissors and started hacking away. The lady I wanted answered the phone! Oh joy!! I asked if and when she could take me, “I am cutting someone now and you can be next, come right on!” Me: “I only live two miles from you I won’t even put on make-up, I will come right now!” Lady: “That’s ok, just come right on!” Of course I thought that meant she was nearly through and would take me as soon as I walked in the door donned in my big sunglasses and walking like a spy trying to be inconspicuous, I don’t think it worked. I went in and the two women I did not want were both there with empty chairs, they each looked at me expectantly as if to say, come on right now I’ve been waiting for you. One of them walked forward, the other spoke up quickly, “You here for a cut?” I thought it was obvious that was what I was there for. “Yes but I’m waiting for Julie, I like the way she razor cuts my hair.” Why did I feel the need to explain? The other lady had gotten to the desk by now and said coldly, “Shall I put your name down Miss Merry?” (She does not know that isn’t even my name anymore, oh well) “Yes please”, at which time I took my seat. It was 11:20. Long story short, I waited until 12:40 (add four exclamation points please!) Julie finally walked forward. If she had told me it was going to be that long I could have taken my needed shower and painted the barn, but oh well the wait was over here I go. She motioned me to her chair and I took my seat. I noticed the lady next to me and I felt the tears welling up as I watched her going through her little purse and took out her glasses, which she held folded in her hand instead of putting on. She continued to rummage. She was very old. There was a walker sitting in front of her. The lady about to do her hair asked her (and honestly even with good hearing it was unintelligible) if she wanted someone to “hang on” to her purse for her. The old lady was confused, couldn’t really understand and the lady speaking repeated it a little louder, firmer and I thought a little impatiently. The old lady was so gentle and complied so meekly, that’s when they started, as they are now. I remembered my mother and how she would comply with things she didn’t understand because she didn’t want anyone to know she didn’t understand. They took her to wash her hair and she saw me looking at her, she widened her eyes, leaned forward and said (oh God, again just like my mother), “Hello” Me “Hello, how are you today?” Her “I’m just fine! How are you?” Me “Oh middling I guess” That made her laugh and she took her seat. By then the tears were flowing and the lady about to wash my hair handed a Kleenex to me. I couldn’t control the tears.

While I was trying to control myself I began to listen to people around me for distraction. Hair dresser to client “How are you?” while she went on cutting, the lady began a story on how a friend of hers was a hair dresser and won many awards, and then continued about that friend of hers, who cares about her friend? The lady doing her hair was paying no attention at all. A man came in and took a chair and began to flirt with the hairdresser, told her how he wanted his hair and then asked if she were married. She flirted and he continued trying to be funny. There were many other conversations, well not really conversations because that would indicate that it was a two way talk right? It was people talking about themselves and things that concerned them and the ears it was falling on couldn’t have cared less about what they were saying.

Epiphany: No one cares about your problems except you. They are generally acting interested while they are trying to sort through stories in their mind to tell you when you get through. I thought of the old hymn we used to sing, “No One Ever Cared for Me Like Jesus, there’s no other friend so kind as He. No one else can take the sin and sorrow from me, oh how much He cares for me.” And then, “Are you weary are you heavy hearted tell it to Jesus alone” No one cares or listens to us that can really do anything to help us except when you take it to the Throne Room and offer it to God through Jesus by the Holy Spirit.

When I was finally finished, no blow dry, no mousse, no style, just let me out of here, the old lady I had shed tears for was still in the process of having her hair rolled with the fine ends being caught in paper so it would hold on the rollers, I walked over to her chair and asked her, “What is your name?” She asked me to repeat and I did, she said, “Roberta”. There was a last name but it didn’t register and I wouldn’t say it here if it did. I said, “Can I please give you a hug?” She laughed and said, “Yes if you promise not to bite me! You don’t have a face that looks as if you would!!” I had to bite my cheeks to keep from bursting into tears all over again, that little sense of humor, again so like my own mother. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and left.

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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2 Responses to Who is listening?

  1. Peajaye says:

    Tears are Gods Windex and what Providence, there was no make up to interfere.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Patricia Bowen says:

    You have such a caring heart. God Bless.

    Liked by 1 person

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