15-second friends
Sunday March 19th 2017, 11:11 pm
Filed under: Friends,Life

Saturday night I was at Trader Joe’s reading a label at the end of an aisle when a woman I didn’t see coming up behind me, on her way by, said, warmly, “I LOVE your hair!”

She had no way to know I’d despaired over it that very morning and had seriously considered┬ásimply cutting it all off–knowing I would hate it if I did.

Surprised, I turned to see a beautiful African-American woman with her softly graying hair in long dreds and told her, “I love *your* hair!” (And I did.) “Trade you!”

We both laughed as she continued on her way, both of us better off for her outspoken kindness.


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and both of you with your own natural hair and color. Quite important I would say in this day and age of 80 year olds wanting to be blond….

Comment by Holly 03.20.17 @ 12:34 am

I love encounters like this! Just a brief moment, but both go away smiling.

Comment by ccr in MA 03.20.17 @ 6:44 am



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