My wife has alopecia. As she also suffers from eczema, wearing a wig is problematic. So as an alternative she wears a bandana. This has interesting consequences. Some people come up to me secretively to ask if she has cancer. When she meets bikers in the street she gets a knowing wink.
A bandana means different things to different people: cancer sufferer, biker’s mole or gypsy fortune teller. In my wife’s case it means alopecia sufferer.
For me it is a reminder that people are not stereotypes or clones. In the words of Psalm 139 we are all unique and individual.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. Psalm 139:13 & 14
Before we judge some one or think we know “who they are”, let us take time to really know them. We might be surprised – even pleasantly!
Travels from Ur 