This is a story about an occasion faced by a nurse named Mary Walls. It teaches everyone to avoid to judge the inner soul by the outer appearance. Let’s continue with her words.

After finishing my shift, I quickly walk to the grocery store to pick up a few necessities. When I was paying with the cash register, the clerk glanced at my name tag and asked, “So what do you do there?” I responded by saying, “I work in nursing.” She went on to say, “I can’t believe they’ll let you work there in that situation.

I was wondering what your patients thought of your hair.” After that, she asked the senior citizen standing in line behind me, “What do you think about her hair?” The sweet older lady responded with compassion, “Honey, I have nothing against you, but it’s just not for me.”

Image credit: Mary Walls-Penney

The cashier went on to say that even where she worked, which was a fast-food restaurant, they didn’t allow behavior like that and that she was surprised to hear that a nursing facility would permit such behavior. So, let me share my thoughts with you.

I cannot think of an instance in which the colour of my hair has prevented me from providing a patient with a treatment that could have saved their life. They have never been afraid to hold my hand or cry in front of me because of the tattoos I have on my body, even when they are in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease.

Even though I have some piercings in my ears, I have never had any trouble hearing people talk about happier times in their lives or listening to them share their final wishes. My tongue is pierced, but that has never stopped me from offering words of encouragement to patients who have just received a diagnosis or from comforting families who have lost a loved one.

So, could you please explain to me how I cannot provide nursing care because of my appearance, even though I have a happy disposition, the heart of a servant, and a smile on my face?

Credit: Mary Walls-Penney



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