Cosmetic Makeup

I found myself taking care of people with cancer and it surprised me. I had to brush foundation around surgery scars? Would I hurt her in doing so? As I gently brushed the foundation on, I prayed that I wouldn't hurt her face. She sat there quietly and so anxious to see the result. I prayed that I would cover her scars and make her feel happy and alive again. I thought to myself, "Please make her feel wonderful!" She had one eye left after surgery and it pained me to see it while applying her makeup. I made believe that nothing was wrong and continued on as if she was just another customer.

I managed to hide my fear well. Her skin was rough after surgery. She looked at me for the answer. Could I give the answer to her? I had no clue. I just did what I was trained to do and what I knew in my heart would help her.

After I did her makeup, she spent $1,500.00 and purchased 42 products. Is that normal, I said to myself? No, the average person spends $40.00. Alright, this must be a one time thing then. Well, all of a sudden, people were lining up to see me. There were 15 people on line to see me? I thought it was just crazy. I sold more products than the National Makeup Artist? Could this really be happening? I didn't say a word about it. I just kept helping everyone because they needed me so badly. Women really felt so unattractive. I guess this was what I was meant to do all of my life.