I have always liked makeovers. There's something about creating change in people that gives me the greatest pleasure of all.
At times it becomes a personal remedy. Often people say what you sow, you reap. When you do good, good comes back to you. One good turn deserves another.
For me the self happiness i achieve from seeing others' growth is so nourishing that, that itself is the good i get.
Once a while i grab an old man and bring him for a haircut. Buy him new sandals and a good lunch then pack him home in a taxi.
As he leaves, he often raises both his hands in a salutation which one gives to God and leaves with a smile. That smile is often my biggest gift. It makes me smile wider. It makes me happier.
For some time now i have not been doing these kind of services. I am rarely on the streets. I've become too busy.
Recently i forced a miserable friend to go out with me. I didn't tell her my plans.
She's in her late 30's and as miserable as can be. She's being mistreated at home and at work.
She doesn't have friends. Not that i know of. She leaves home at 5.30 in the morning and reaches home after 9 at night.
Misery seemed to be her middle name.
I brought her to the saloon first. I told her she needed a hair cut and some hair color. Pepper and salt wasn't her hairstyle.
She kept asking me, "sis, why you're doing this? Please don't waste your money".
I told her not to worry. There's no hidden agenda in my attempt. I just wanted to try this out.
Later that evening, after the entire makeover, she had been toned from head to toe.
Her hair was shorter. Colored into tinges of dark brown and dark burgundy.
New clothes, including lingerie. New flat heels, after a pedicure.
How she looked was unexplainable and in this kind of adventure you can't expose a friend with photographs because you would hurt her just because you want to show off your achievement.
It would become an insult.
Watching her walk with a new found gait was actually good enough for me.
Keeping a mental note that i should keep one day in my calendar free every month to reconstruct someone's life, I went back home.
She was in tears as she waved slowly from the cab.
Whether she maintains this gait or she falls back to her old clumsiness i figured some change would come to her.
Once you feel that feeling of majestic posture, you might just try to get that feeling again.
Change is the only thing that will continue its cycle. Its up to us on how we're going to make full use of it.
At times it becomes a personal remedy. Often people say what you sow, you reap. When you do good, good comes back to you. One good turn deserves another.
For me the self happiness i achieve from seeing others' growth is so nourishing that, that itself is the good i get.
Once a while i grab an old man and bring him for a haircut. Buy him new sandals and a good lunch then pack him home in a taxi.
As he leaves, he often raises both his hands in a salutation which one gives to God and leaves with a smile. That smile is often my biggest gift. It makes me smile wider. It makes me happier.
For some time now i have not been doing these kind of services. I am rarely on the streets. I've become too busy.
Recently i forced a miserable friend to go out with me. I didn't tell her my plans.
She's in her late 30's and as miserable as can be. She's being mistreated at home and at work.
She doesn't have friends. Not that i know of. She leaves home at 5.30 in the morning and reaches home after 9 at night.
Misery seemed to be her middle name.
I brought her to the saloon first. I told her she needed a hair cut and some hair color. Pepper and salt wasn't her hairstyle.
She kept asking me, "sis, why you're doing this? Please don't waste your money".
I told her not to worry. There's no hidden agenda in my attempt. I just wanted to try this out.
Later that evening, after the entire makeover, she had been toned from head to toe.
Her hair was shorter. Colored into tinges of dark brown and dark burgundy.
New clothes, including lingerie. New flat heels, after a pedicure.
How she looked was unexplainable and in this kind of adventure you can't expose a friend with photographs because you would hurt her just because you want to show off your achievement.
It would become an insult.
Watching her walk with a new found gait was actually good enough for me.
Keeping a mental note that i should keep one day in my calendar free every month to reconstruct someone's life, I went back home.
She was in tears as she waved slowly from the cab.
Whether she maintains this gait or she falls back to her old clumsiness i figured some change would come to her.
Once you feel that feeling of majestic posture, you might just try to get that feeling again.
Change is the only thing that will continue its cycle. Its up to us on how we're going to make full use of it.