I had breakfast with my friend Imogen on Tuesday. She’s a hairdresser, and her face shone as she talked about her clients. I’m clear that Imogen has found one very deep niche in her life. Hairstyles and perms are just a convenient excuse for her to be with people and shower them with love.
A lot of seniors come Imogen’s way. Some of them are alone and simply want a caring human being to talk to. And the dear hairdresser just might be the only person who touches them anymore.
My friend told me about Grace, an elderly woman who’s sliding down the slope of dementia … ever so slowly. Imogen has chocolate at the ready, a favourite treat. Plus there’s plenty of time to linger and enjoy a cuppa tea together. Imogen could hurry Grace out the door and cram another client into the time, but her bottom line is far from the world of dollars.
One day Imogen set off for a pretty little town nearby, and a workshop that she was looking forward to taking. The teacher asked her what she did for a living. Hairstyling led to a mention of Imogen’s shop – Shine Salon – and the lovely clientele that she was privileged to be with. The teacher knew the shop and when Imogen mentioned her favourite customer (Grace), the teacher knew her too. Actually, the teacher’s mom Florence was Grace’s best friend. Even better, Florence lived upstairs in the old home where the workshop was happening. And she was home right now!
When Florence was beckoned downstairs, her daughter said “Mom, this woman takes care of Grace.” Florence started crying and rushed over to hug Imogen. “Thank you … so very much.”
Oh, to have been in that room at the moment of embrace.
It’s a good world, isn’t it?
I wonder what forces are at work
so that Florence and Imogen could share their love of Grace
It’s a mystery, isn’t it?