Cracked Roots & Roses 33: Pam and Sandi

My problems with Denise lessened, and all it took was for a house to sell. Unfortunately, she had a new target and only bothered me when she got really bored. I no longer wanted to leave the spa at all because it felt like I should be there, at least for the time being. I was meeting so many new people with interesting lives and backstories. The world was opening up for me through this profession. So many testimonies—I will share a few to point to Jesus and give Him all the glory.

I was booked to do an Ultimate Pedicure for a new client named Pam one day. When I went to grab her from the relaxation room, I noticed she had a sassy headscarf on and was moving like a much older woman.

After the pedicure was over, I asked if she enjoyed the service. A tear began to form in the corner of her eye, and she nodded yes. I sat down in my chair and said, “Is everything okay?”

She nodded yes again and said, “My husband got this for me as a gift. I have stage 4 breast cancer that has metastasized and is spreading rapidly.” Then she pulled her shirt down a bit to show me a port. “The doctors haven’t given me much time, so my sweet husband wants me to enjoy what I have left. He booked this for me.”

I said, “Well, do you wanna die?”

She smiled and said, “Of course not, but what can I do?”

I said, “I can pray. Can I do that for you?”

She said, “Yes! Please!” It was as if nobody had ever offered.

So I prayed. I was planning on saying something sweet and powerless, like, “God, whatever You wanna do,” but I knew what God wanted. He wanted her healed according to His Word. So I prayed from that paradigm and thanked Him that it was already done. I didn’t give it or the situation another thought because I believed it was settled right then.

About a month later, Betsy came to the pedicure room and whispered to me while I was in the middle of a service, “Kim, there’s a man here to see you.”

That was odd. I had never had anyone come to see me. I thought it was a mistake, but I went out to the reception area anyway.

There stood a white male in his late 50s, wearing wire-rim glasses and a Patagonia vest. His gray-brown hair was thinning at the top. He was the only man standing there, so I walked over and said, “Hi, I’m Kim. Are you looking for me?”

He smiled and said, “You don’t know me. I’m Pam _____’s husband.”

I smiled and said, “Oh! Pam! I did a pedicure for her a while ago.”

Right then, I felt my nerves piling up. Was he there to tell me she died?

He said, “I wanted to thank you for praying for her. When she got home, she was so full of hope and energy.”

I held my breath.

“I wanted to come tell you that your prayer worked. She’s no longer in stage 4, she’s in full remission and the doctors don’t know how.”

His voice cracked and his face was turning red, he was about to cry. I stood there in disbelief until I remembered what the woman said to me in nail school.

He asked if he could give me a hug. I said, “Of course.”

He hugged me, thanked me, and cried.

I saw Pam a few months later for another pedicure. She was coming to tell me goodbye. She looked completely different than the first time I saw her. Her hair was growing back, and she was walking just fine. Now that her cancer was in remission, they decided to move to Albuquerque and start fresh. She is friends with me on my old Facebook page and is still thriving.

At the same time this was going on, I had a client who was very high up at Lucent Technologies. Her name was Sandi.

Sandi would come monthly for pedicures. She was always smartly dressed with feathered, short blonde hair, self-tanner, and bright red lipstick. Sandi also always tipped me $20 for a $60 pedicure. She was so cheerful and full of life—until one day, she wasn’t smiling as usual.

I asked, “Is everything okay?”

She said, “Well, I have breast cancer and a jerk for a husband. If I had to get rid of one of them, it would be the jerk.” Then she laughed.

I was excited because I would have another chance to pray for someone.

She said, “I was rushed to the hospital last week, and they admitted me for a few days. When I was discharged, I took a cab home because I couldn’t find the jerk, just to discover the locks on the house I PAID for were changed. So I went in through the garage. At this point, I just wanted to get a bath and some sleep, but when I got to my closet, it was EMPTY! That SOB gave everything I owned to charity because he thought I was dead! He didn’t even try to confirm! When he came back from his date and saw me there in the kitchen in his clothes, he looked mildly surprised and flatly said, ‘Your crap is at Goodwill.’”

I was stunned and still am.

After she was done with her rant, I could feel the hurt covering her, so I told her I was sorry for what she was going through. Then I said, “Can I pray for you?”

I was expecting her to perk up like Pam did. Instead, she turned, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “No. There is no God, so prayer doesn’t work.”

I wanted to rebut but couldn’t. It was like my mouth was glued shut. I nodded, “Okay,” and started the pedicure. The entire time, I wanted to come up with something to say that would change her mind, but the Holy Spirit didn’t give me anything. As I massaged her feet and legs, I prayed for her to encounter Jesus anyway.

That was the last time I ever saw Sandi. I tried looking her up when Facebook became a thing but had no success.

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Omg!! Update! Right after I finished this entry, I did another search for her full name, job info, and town, and look what came up!! Looks like Sandi is alive AND has encountered Jesus!! 🙌🏽