Imagine you’re waking up in the morning, you look in the mirror and you are bald. Not a single hair on your head. ‘Nightmare’ – in one word you’ll call it. Now imagine the same story everyday. You’ll go to school, college, at work, at supermarket, movie theatre, everywhere just like that.
When I was a kid I didn’t have long hair. My parents used to get me and my brother the same haircut, and we gave it a name – the ‘bowl cut’. Many of my friends used to have long hair and all of my 6 year old version wanted was that flowing ‘cascade of chocolate‘, those long locks. When I so called grew up and was able to take care of my body hygiene, I started growing my hair that the most of you have seen.
There’s this small girl suffering from a disease which I can’t pronounce or spell. In a general idea we call it cancer. Not all types of cancers can be cured by surgeries. And the battling fighters have to go through a lot of chemotherapies, radiation therapies and not what. All this treatment caused the absolute loss of hair of my little Rapunzel. She don’t wanna meet anyone now, she don’t wanna go school like that anymore, she don’t like to play with other kids in the park. She’s afraid of what they might think or say. When she looks in the mirror, she don’t want the image to call her own. She miss her hair.
There are a lot of organisations that believe they can put a smile on the faces of the kids who has the same story. They make wigs out of natural hair which can be wore on the sensitive heads. All they need is ‘Hair‘.
I cut mine and gave to them. In the simplest way if I can answer. My mother was surprised and all she could get out of her mouth was “how could you?“. Yes, I loved my hair, but I know I’ll love that smile a thousand times more than them. The smile when my Rapunzel will first time take that wig in her hands which my hair will be stitched into, when she’ll wear it on her head like the crown for the princess she is, when she’ll look in the mirror and say I’m the prettiest. I know I’ll love it more.
Mine will be grown in the time I won’t even realise. But for her it matters. Let me ask you, wouldn’t it matter for you if you’re suffering with the same in the same age? I would have died out of insecurity if not of cancer.
We live in our worlds and don’t try to look at others and what hell people go through. But somewhere in our hearts still lives ‘compassion‘. A little bit from all can make a paradise on earth that it was. It’s not always money that can help, it’s actually the love, the care, the selfless deeds that helps. Try to spread a little bit of heaven everywhere.
*(If anyone wants to help, you can just Google it and you’ll find a thousand of organisations who works for the same. You can contact me by any medium and I can provide you the details as well.)
I made this little video for everyone who needs a little more motivation.