After a very stressful month at work and a dad who has Alzheimer's, I decided to take 2 days off to hopefully recharge my batteries.
For one of the days I scheduled an extended massage. These are my guilty pleasures in life. I don't get them often, but love when I can indulge for an hour at the hands of someone who's job it is to make me feel good.
So my appointment is booked with Mike. I've had a male masseuse before, so no biggie. Usually. But part of my last month's stresses included having a very ugly month. I mean the kind where I feel so ugly that I'm going to make babies cry if I go in public.
So my male masseuse anxiety starts to set in. I'm convinced that while I'm lying there with my eyes closed that Fabio and his magic hands will be looking at every inch of my body trying to keep his egg white tofu omelet down from breakfast.
In anticipation of the “how perfect is your body” test I'm about to take in the name of relaxation, I prepare. I spend extra time applying the “ I'm not wearing any make-up” make-up.
I add bronzer all across my chest since I can't make it to the Caribbean for a true sun kissed look.
I spend far too much time analyzing my underwear. It's a fine line between not looking like a granny and wearing sexy underwear 20 years and 30lbs past when you shouldn't.
I arrive at my spa and I am lead back to the room. Now comes the time for my man goddess to enter. And he does.
HE. IS. BLIND…… (I'll leave that there for a moment to soak in)
Blind like with a guidance cane blind. I don't even know what to think. I just laugh hysterically… on the inside.
Sometimes God shows us things in a very subtle way. And sometimes it is laid before us in a way that we would trip over it before missing it.
All of that time and wasted brain cells that I spent worrying, fretting about my imperfections, my freckles, my pale skin and crows feet.
Not only was Mike totally oblivious to my insecurities, and unable to see the things that were such a big deal to me an hour before, he asked if he could add my dad to his prayer list.
He told me about how, after he and his wife were unable to have children, they started fostering children. You could hear the pride in his voice. You could feel the satisfaction he had in his life.
And I, with my great health, sight, all of my limbs, and my own child, thought the only the thing that someone else cared about was my appearance.
It made me wonder, why is it that Mike is the one who is blind but I'm the one who can't see so many things?
I did leave there thanking God for so many of my imperfections and unfairness that had been given to me.
Truly, Mike makes his living by touch. His family sacrifices by driving him an hour to and from work, since he can't.
I would recommend him to anyone looking for a good massage. I believe he said he works almost everyday. Any business helps his family and for his wife to stay home with their foster children.
There are blessings all around us. We just need to pray for the vision to see them, even if they come from the blind.
Until next time~ safe picking
Tammy
