Special Delivery

We have probably all experienced both good haircuts and bad haircuts. We have all likely felt the comfort of having a talented stylist we can depend on, and also the anxiety of searching for a new one when necessary.

A few years ago, when I needed to find a new place to have my hair cut, I reached out to local friends on Facebook asking for recommendations.  Getting around was more challenging than it had been before because my mobility was more restricted, and the recommended places I tried were difficult or impossible to enter on wheels. 

After sharing my frustration, a friend said that her trusted stylist would actually be willing to come to my house.  Feeling hopeful, I called her, and she agreed to come to my home to cut my hair. I had never heard of a stylist that offers delivery. 

The day and time came and Lisa arrived. She brought with her what seemed like half of her salon, but acted as if it was no trouble at all.  She was upbeat and pleasant and never once made me feel that she had gone out of her way.  She listened to what I wanted and did exactly that.  She colored, cut and dried my hair.  I was really pleased with her work.  She delivered talent, experience, and artistry.

 That was three years ago. Since then, she has come to my home to color and/or cut, wash and dry and style my hair many times. Whenever I ask if she is willing to come again, the answer is always yes.

 

Scissors, shampoo, conditioner, towels, dryer, a wide assortment of tools and bottles of anything and everything she might need or want are among the items she carries with her to use while she’s here.  She delivers equipment and products.

She never batted an eye about accommodating me as I sat in my scooter and now my wheelchair (lower than a salon chair would be and not adjustable like one).  She adapts and delivers flexibility.

Always cheery and pleasant, she also brings with her a bright smile, lively conversation, understanding and encouragement.  She has purchased things just to use at my house to accommodate my limitations.  If I like a product, she will get it  and bring it to me.  She delivers sunshine and kindness.

I have recently needed my hair washed, so I asked if she would be willing to come and just do that for me.  Not surprising, her answer was yes.  In she came with stories to pass the time while she gave me the best head massage and hair washing of my life.  Without me even asking, she offered to come wash my hair regularly.  She delivers thoughtfulness and generosity.

In a fast-paced world where people are running to meet their own responsibilities and fulfill their own desires, there are a special few who are willing to go out of their way to help someone in a position like mine. There are people in the world so giving that they spread love and hope wherever they go.  Some, like Lisa, are so good hearted and generous that they even personally deliver it!   

 

  

  

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About Climbing Downhill

Wife and mother of grown kids, in my 50's and dealing with MS, making life's moments count and trying to offer something of value to others along the way. https://climbingdownhill.wordpress.com
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8 Responses to Special Delivery

  1. marvaseaton says:

    This is a wonderful story, so heartwarming.

  2. Declan Groeger says:

    Wow! Some people are absolutely brilliant

  3. JN says:

    Another wonderful uplifting message! Thank you, as always, for sharing. It always adds a smile when I get the email for a new Climbing Downhill post.

  4. Lovely hairdresser and nice story!

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