(1205) Change of perspective

It is interesting how a person can change her perspective quite a bit over the years.

Twenty six years ago, I was in silver city. As my youngest was in morning session for the first year in standard 4, I excused myself from my care group on Wednesday nights. To fit in the bed time for early rising, I started to attend a cell group from a sister church on Friday nights.

Veronica is the parent of a child in my youngest daughter's class. She invited me to join her group. For a consultant specialist in a private hospital, it is unheard of that a specialist doctor paid only $10 for her hair cut. That year, all three of her daughters were under the age of 10, so all four of the females would go to have their hair cut in the same saloon near the market. I must confess that I was a homemaker with zero earning potential, yet I paid $12 for a trim in a place near my housing estate. Well, I figure for a person without a car, the nearest place would make the most sense.

Lately, I visited her and wrapped up my third book in her lovely home. It was ten days of eight hour work to proof read and write up the preface and the epilogue. It was blessed silence in her mansion quite apart from the main road and traffic. I enjoyed three meals a day prepared by her maid. Laundry was taken care off. The phone was off and stored in a drawer upstairs. It was easy to do good work in such peaceful surrounding. Now I know why authors have their hideaway house. Only thing this poor and unknown author could not afford to own such a place. God has been good to me to supply me my good friend's home.

We talked about skin care one evening. Even though I have never been a well-to-do person, I invested money into my youngest' skin regimen. Somehow I knew she was destined for a public career, she has the looks, the personality, the capability and the poise to rise above the hum drum rank and file.

My hostess talked about how she spent money on facial for all three of her daughters. How the business worked is for a client to purchase a certificate worth $1,000 which will be valid for one calendar year. One could use it for facial or to purchase skin care products. That particular brand of products solved her elder two children's skin problems. From the details given, she was purchasing the fourth certificate a few days prior to my visit. I listened to all she said with patience and interest, but I know $680 for a year's worth of cleanser and toner would be way out of my daughter's pay grade, especially if she has to travel to a town three hours away for facials periodically.