My friend, Karla, called the other day and said, “I want to come see you next week. Let’s go get manicures together.” Without any hesitation I said OK.
Seconds after saying good-bye, I remembered why I hadn’t had my nails professionally done before. My cerebral palsy has caused three fingers on my right hand to curl under. No matter what anyone does they can’t be straighten out.
I debated long and hard with myself about whether or not to go ahead with it. When I told my friend she suggested we do pedicures instead. I told her I decided I to do it because I didn’t want to be controlled by the fear of being embarrassed. She understood and she called a nail salon and told them about my hands. They said “No problem.”
But there was. Karla and I sat next to each other. Although the man doing my nails seemed pretty comfortable with my situation, the the woman doing Karla’s was clearly out of her comfort zone. When my manicurist realized I was unable to put my hands in the right position, he moved his stool from behind the counter and sat down beside me. When he got ready to work on my nails he looked puzzled, I held up my right hand first said let’s do this one first as I used my left hand to straighten the fingers on my right hand a little bit.
The Vietnamese woman who did Karla’s kept bossing the guy who did mine around. She wanted him to use clear polish stating colored would be a mess.
I’m glad I went even though my outing with Karla wasn’t as pleasant as we hoped it would be. I left with a smile feeling stronger because I’d survived going over my chicken line.
What does your chicken line consist of? Take a risk. Step over it. There’s freedom on the other side!
“I am a pencil in God’s hand. God writes through us, and however imperfect instruments we may be, God writes beautifully.” ~Mother Teresa