i will reblog this every time
I worked with a lady that came into work one day with no hair. No one mentioned it, no one talked about it. She was wearing a bandana so we all knew she was bald.
But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. “So… can I ask, what happened to your hairs?”
She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. “My best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So I’ve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.”
“Last night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.”
It’s the most supportive thing she could think to do.
When my sister was 8 she had a brain tumor. Which of course meant, shaving her head. We all gathered around in the garage and one by one my family shaved their heads and then my dad’s entire work shaved their heads and did a blood drive for her. Then my parents went and got their licenses renewed and kept them with their bald heads until she had long hair again. It was the kindest act I remember in my childhood. And the best part is no one questioned a thing when a giant family all walked in to a store bald, they accepted it, and moved on.