Man Was Hiding His Depression After The Surgery Until The Little Boy Did This.
Story by Sue Pasztor
I had just gone through life saving surgery. Brain surgery to be exact.
I came home from the hospital stay and surgery with a bald head and metal sutures all around my skull. I looked like Frankenstein and felt so low and depressed. I would not let anyone see me without having a scarf or hat on my head. To tell you the truth, I didn’t want anyone to see me or talk to me I was so depressed.
Several days after being at home, I came out of my upstairs bedroom to go to the bathroom across the hall and did not have a hat on because I didn’t think anyone was home.
As I came out of the bathroom, lo and behold there stood my little three year old grandson.
He looked at me and I looked at him and all of a sudden he got a huge smile on his face and put his arms around me and gave me the biggest hug. He then looked at me again and said, “Bubba (that is what the grandkids call me) you got a haircut!”
I looked at him and said, “Yes I did.” He asked who cut it and I said the doctor did. Well, that was fine with him.
He made me realize I was still loved no matter what I looked like. It was then I held his little hand and allowed him to take my downstairs to be with the rest of the family. If it didn’t bother him that Bubba looked like that I knew everyone else could accept it. That little boy is eight years old today and I am still Bubba but with a little more hair.