|photo via CWS|
Everybody has a story, and I seem to be one of those people they want to tell it to. It sometimes starts out quite simply because of my curiosity, a question asked, and the story just pours out. At times they are sad, most times they are funny, or a happy memory.
They seem to feel drawn to tell me things that are meaningful to them. It has been this way for as far back as I can remember, my curiosity, their story.
Now this may seem trivial, and it is, but what started out as my wee bit of rebellion from the same hair style as a lot of other women, has become my little experiment.
I wear my hair in a long bob. Have for years, it works with my lack of desire to do much with it. There are a lot of ladies with the same style, a lot. Last fall I decided to take one small piece high on the side, twist it tightly, and flat iron it. It stays tightly twisted without any band or clip.
The interesting thing to me, is all the stories that have been told to me because of that twisted piece of hair. If my smile isn't bright enough to get them started the twisty hair is. And it isn't just women, Dad noticed and he likes it. His comment turned into a bow hunting story! My grown nephews, this summer at the family reunion, gave me hugs, held me back a bit, and said "how the heck did you do that auntie, it's cool!" Followed by a story about a girl friend or wife.
Women my age have walked up to me in a store, and said "that twist of hair is great, what keeps it like that?" and as I start to tell them how... out comes their story.
Today, as a nurse and I were helping Dad into the lift to take him down to the room for a CAT scan, the nurse turned to me and said "that is one perky piece of hair, I love it." And out came a story that she continued til we reached the room. Where she hugged me and with a big smile said, "you and that perky piece of hair have a great day!"
Does this happen to you? Have you been told great stories because of something about you?