When asked if her role was therapeutic, the proverbial hairstylist/client relationship where the client divulges all to the stylist, Pam responds “I’m a beautician, not a magician. But yes, that’s why it’s an integral part of our community at Hope House and what is said in the salon, stays in the salon. Whatever I’m told stays with me and that is the most important part because these wonderful people give me life, hope, and self confidence. I come in and spend 10-15 minutes on a french twist or braid, or a blowout and a curl, what does that cost? I’ll tell you what it costs me. It costs me not sitting in my house having to talk to the dog or cat. Not going crazy with the grief, guilt, and woulda, coulda, shoulda’s. And I know it has been a while since my son died, but you never get over it. I am just now finding my feet. Life has opened it’s doors and eleven years ago I thought there was only blackness. Without everyone at Hope House I really don’t know if I’d still be here and I mean that literally, not figuratively”.
When asked what she got back from volunteering as the Hope House hairstylist, Pam thinks deeply for a moment, then shares “I had lost myself for well over 15 years. I was a wife, a mother, and a special needs caregiver. I had no idea who I was. A brand new haircut does more for people’s self esteem and self-worth than a lot of things. The results are immediate. They come in and they leave with an entirely different mindset. The nominal fee is nothing compared to the smiles and the conversation. I get back everything. I get back communication. I get back self worth, self confidence. I get back me”.