The First Haircut
After 40 months of working on my story it finally came together and was going to be offered to the members of our congregation. I was also going to have the honor of giving the message during the Sunday services. As one can imagine I had a flood of emotions leading up to it. I reluctantly decided to treat myself to a haircut. I hated to spend the money but my wife Julie, who had been cutting my hair since my release, was so busy with work I hated to bother her. I was in desperate need to have what little hair I had left trimmed, but as I said before I hated the thought of spending $13.00.
As I sat waiting for a seat to open I thought how in prison one was charged on the amount of hair that was going to be cut. For someone with a full head of hair they may be charged 5 stamps. I was charged 1 stamp and the barber would tell me in an apologetic manner, “I hate to even charge you, but it makes me look bad if I don’t.”
As I continued to wait two of the customers gave me some coupons so the haircut cost me much less than expected. Leaving, I thought how I used to take even a haircut for granted. I no longer take anything for granted. Every day I try to tell someone I love them, give hugs when possible and begin and end my day with thanking God for all He has given me. May you do the same.
Make sure to come back next Sunday for a new message.