Amazing Hair & Nails

Amazing Hair and Nails

What a beautiful story everyone should read.

Today I painted the nails of a new resident at work. While we were looking through the colors, she said she wanted clear. My first thought was that clear felt a little too plain, so I asked her why she chose it. She quietly said that her hands looked ugly and she did not want anyone to notice them.

I took a moment before answering. Then I told her that her hands hold the story of her life. They show care, love and all the moments she has lived through. They have touched and held things many people only hope to experience someday.

She paused, smiled a little and chose pink instead.

It reminded me that the things we feel unsure about are often the things others see beauty in.

Awesome

One day, a teacher asked her students to write down the names of everyone in the class on two sheets of paper, leaving space between each name. Then she told them to write the nicest thing they could think of about each person.

The students spent the entire class writing. When the bell rang, they handed their papers to the teacher as they left.

That weekend, she went through every paper carefully, listing all the kind words each student’s classmates had written about them. On Monday morning, she handed everyone their own list.

Smiles spread across the room. Some students whispered, “I didn’t know anyone noticed me,” while others said, “I didn’t know people liked me that much.” The lists were never mentioned again, but their impact lasted. Everyone felt seen, valued, and loved.

Years later, one of those students, Mark, was killed in Vietnam. The teacher attended his funeral. Seeing him lying in his uniform broke her heart — he looked so strong, so grown.

The church was filled with friends, family, and soldiers. As the teacher stood quietly by the coffin, one of the soldiers approached and asked, “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” She nodded. He said softly, “Mark talked about you all the time.”

After the funeral, Mark’s parents came up to her. His father reached into his wallet and said, “They found this on Mark when he died. We thought you might recognize it.”

He unfolded two worn, taped pieces of paper — the same list of kind words his classmates had written years ago.

Mark’s mother, her eyes filled with tears, said, “Thank you. As you can see, he treasured it.”

One by one, Mark’s old classmates gathered around. Charlie said quietly, “I still have mine — it’s in my desk drawer.”
Chuck’s wife added, “He kept his in our wedding album.”
Marilyn smiled softly. “Mine is in my diary.”
Then Vicki opened her purse and took out her own list, folded and faded from years of being carried around. “I keep mine with me all the time,” she said.

The teacher sat down and cried — for Mark, for the students who still carried those lists, and for the ones who never got to see each other again.

This story reminds us how fragile life is, and how powerful simple kindness can be. You never know what small act might stay in someone’s heart forever.

Be kind. Speak love. Let people know they matter — today, not someday. 💛