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I love HAIR. I love Make-up. I love Fashion. I love glamour, glitter, sparkles and all things girly. I love watching all of the aforementioned subjects. And this "BLOG" is now gonna allow me to TALK about the aforementioned subjects as well!! Basically this is my "Babbling Blog-a-licious Brouhaha...."

Sunday, July 31, 2011

The Cab Ride

I got this in my personal inbox a few days ago and ALMOST deleted it. After I read it, I sat for about 20 minutes.....just me alone with my thoughts. I thought I'd share:

The Cab Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
after waiting a few minutes
I walked to the
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.

After
a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in
her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a
print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned
on it, like somebody out of a 1940's
movie.

By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.

There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and
glassware.

'Would you carry my bag
out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase
to the cab, then returned to assist the
woman.

She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.

She kept
thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I
told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother to be
treated..'

'Oh, you're such a good
boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'

'It's not the
shortest way,' I answered
quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she
said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a
hospice.

I looked in the rear-view
mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued in a soft
voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very
long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the
meter.

'What route would you like me
to take?' I asked.

For the next two
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
the building where she had once worked as an
elevator operator.

We drove through the
neighborhood where she and her husband had lived
when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in
front of a furniture warehouse that had once
been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a
girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow
in front of a particular building or corner and
would sit staring into the darkness, saying
nothing.

As the first hint of sun was
creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm
tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in
silence to the address she had given me. It was
a low building, like a small convalescent home,
with a driveway that passed under a
portico.

Two orderlies came out to
the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
Solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I
opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
the door. The woman was already seated in a
wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?'
She asked, reaching into her
purse.

'Nothing,' I
said

'You have to make a living,' she
answered.

'There are other
passengers,' I responded.

Almost
without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She
held onto me tightly.

'You gave an
old woman a little moment of joy,' she
said.
'Thank you..'

I squeezed her
hand, and then walked into the dim morning
light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound
of the closing of a life..

I didn't
pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove
aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that
day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had
gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient
to end his shift?
What
if I had refused to take the run, or had honked
once, then driven away?


On a quick
review, I don't think that I have done anything
more important in my life.


We're
conditioned to think that our lives revolve
around great moments.


But great
moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small
one.


PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM
FEEL.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we
are here we might as well dance.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

you sort of look like alicia keyes. anybody ever tell you that?

Yes, I get "Alicia" and "Sade" and the "Mowery" twins! I think we have the same "coloring" but thats about it :)

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DO your homework; I DID :)

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How did u transition to natural hair

I basically stopped relaxing my hair. I never cut it: it just broke off. Even though I was "natural", I flat ironed my hair everyday (with pink lotion...YUCK!) to the point of severe heat damage. My first "sorta" BC was back in June 07 to a "rihanna" bob, then my final cut (ALL the straight ends) December 07. The first time I wore my hair COMPLETLY natural was summer of 2008.

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Hi there luv your website and blog plus videos.. great help... which protein Is better for natural curly3c hair.. vegetable or wheat or oat. Animal protein In products are really strong and too much causes breakage

OOOH, LAWD, I have no idea! I found this thread....hope it helps!
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Sunday, July 3, 2011

"''Fro On The Fourth"

Not only is tomorrow Independence Day, commonly known as the Fourth of July, but it's also
NATIONAL AFRO DAY!!!
Who's rockin a FRO tomorrow??? I am :)

"Naturals, get your FRO ready for National Afro Day on July 4th! For the second year in a row, naturals everywhere will be proudly rocking their fro's on the fourth!" -CurlyCopia


ME, LAST YEAR......


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