Donna-Michelle St. Bernard - Thought #12 - I CAN HELP

This is DM, and we're at number twelve. I used to work at a nursing home, at the reception desk.  As a result, I was often the first point of contact for families visiting residents.  This one guy would visit his mother about three times a week.  He was nice enough, but never chatty.  One night he comes in, heads my way, leans over my desk with urgency in his eyes, and says, "I can help."  I ask him, "Help with what?"  He says, "Your problem.  With your hair."  I say nothing, he goes on.  "What you need is margarine.  That'll weigh it down.  Fix your problem."  I said thank you.  Maybe this had nothing to do with the new afro pick I bought the next day.  Maybe.  Nowadays, I often have a good intention checked by hearing Yvette Nolan's voice in my head, echoing from our days together at Native Earth, "Donna, don't help."   (photo by Isidra Cruz)