The Belle was one of them most persuasive people I have ever known. She could get me, the husband, Hangdog and her other sons to do it her way. Her grandchildren learned long ago to go with the flow. None of them would win the argument.
During her last working years in Holly Springs, she was Head Nurse and Clinic Manager for a medical practice. She adored the work and ran the office as if it was a military unit. She took care of the doctor, took care of the practice and provided excellent care to the patients. She could also deliver a message.
Once, a teenage boy came into the clinic. His clothes were shabby and he had the fashion of the time -- pants below the equator with boxers hanging out. He also had long, greasy hair and facial hair run amok. Bathing had not been a priority.
During the course of examining and treating, this young man was cornered. He was in the Belle's court room and she was the judge.
Ten days later he returned for his follow-up appointment. His hair was cut and clean. He had shaved. Somehow the waistband of his pants found his waist. Plus, he found a belt.
She had a way of making people -- even total strangers -- want to please her. I wish more of us had this gift.
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