This is something to  think about when negative people are doing their best  to rain on your  parade…
So remember this story the  next time …  

 
 
A woman was at her  hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip  to Rome with her  husband..  

She mentioned the  trip to the hairdresser, who  responded: "  Rome?  Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty.   You're crazy to go to Rome.  So, how are you getting  there?"

"We're taking  Continental," was the reply.  "We got a great rate!"

"Continental?"  exclaimed the hairdresser.  "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are  old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late.  So,  where are you staying in Rome?"

"We'll be at this  exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called  Teste."

"Don't  go any further.  I know that place.  Everybody thinks it’s going to  be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."

"We're going to  go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."

"That's  rich," laughed the hairdresser.  "You and a million other people trying  to see him.  He'll look the size of an ant.  Boy, good luck on this  lousy trip of yours.  You're going to need it."

A month later,  the woman again came in for a hairdo.  The hairdresser asked her about  her trip to Rome.

 

"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on  time in one of Continental's brand new planes,  but it was overbooked,  and they bumped us up to first class.  The food and wine were  wonderful,  and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me  hand and  foot..   And the hotel was great!  They'd just  finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it's a  Jєωel,  the  finest hotel in the city.  They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized  and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"

"Well,"  muttered the hairdresser,  "that's all well and good, but I know you  didn't get to see the  Pope."  

"Actually, we  were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on  the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors,  and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope  would personally greet me.  Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope  walked through the door and shook my hand!  I knelt down and he spoke a  few words to me.."

"Oh,  really!  What'd he say?"  


He said: "Who totally ruined your hair?"