As a follow up to my pedicure post of last Friday, I have further proof that they are biblical. I did finish up my conference by treating myself to a relaxing, refreshing pedicure. I took my 14 year old granddaughter, Bailey, along because it was her turn for time with grandma and I invited my sister because she had helped me out at the conference.
Here’s what you need to know about my sister to get the gist of this story. She is about as different from me as you could imagine. I am tall, she is short. I can enter a room and the air will hardly move. She enters a room and people begin looking around for the hurricane. I spend a lot of time getting ready to set foot outside my house. She jumps into the day with a quick comb, a dash of toothbrush and comfortable clothes. You might never even notice that I was in the room. She never leaves a room without leaving laughter behind.
As an example of our different take on things, when she showed up to help me for the conference she had forgotten to change out of her old comfortable grey slippers. Didn’t bother her a bit. Me – I’d have driven back to my house to get my shoes regardless of the distance or the time crunch. I would have died of embarrassment if anyone had seen me in my slippers. She, on the other hand, had everyone laughing and thinking it was the most natural thing in the world and wishing they’d brought their slippers along.
So, I invited her to accompany me for a pedicure. At first she refused because she’d never had one and she can’t stand to have her feet touched. I was able to convince her she’d love it never dreaming the treat would be mine and that of everyone in near proximity.
By the time I closed up the conference, loaded everything in my car and shook the last hand of the last participant I was actually thinking of cancelling and just going home to crash. I’m so glad I didn’t.
The first person I spotted when I walked into the spa was my best friend already sitting in Chair 1. That was a pleasant surprise. I grabbed Chair 2, Bailey Chair 3 and my sister, Su, Chair 4. We sat back, dipped out feet into that wonderful soothing foot bath and proceeded to let Su entertain. Between squeals and gasps and outrageous comments, she bounced her way through the pedicure while we laughed until we were weak. The spa staff was laughing, the other customers were laughing – I swear even the pedicure chairs were laughing.
If I had gone home and crashed after my conference I would have gotten up tired. When I left that spa I was rejuvenated. I had a smile on my face and wondered when that irritating, obnoxious little sister of our growing up years turned into such a fun, unique and special friend.
If laughter is truly the best medicine, she should be bottled and sold in pill form. She might just be the
miracle cure of the century.
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Prov 17:22
