Christmas Fun and Sadness
Here's my story: We went to Michigan and had a blast with his family and with each other. It was a great relaxing time. Once home, he needed a hair cut, and I willingly obliged. Well, as I was stupidly multi-tasking (cutting hair and talking to my dad) the guard of the razor fell off, and needless to say, the razor and my hand kept sweeping in the upward motion. TWICE!! Tim was a good sport and (after trying to "hide" the balding) told me to just shave it all. I couldn't bring myself to start shaving all of his hair off, so he helped me by paving the runway down the middle of his head. He actually likes his head shaved. What a humbling experience. Thank the Lord hair grows back!!
posted by Kutzie @ 7:48 PM
2 Comments:
Ooh, pick me. I did that once—to myself. Right before my missions trip to Argentina to live for a month with a family I barely knew. I didn't shave it all, though; I just told them they were behind on American fashion.
Oh that is exciting.. I am the hair stylist of my family and when I first started my older brother had wanted to have some wierd things shaved in his head and well i messed up so badly that it looked like a dog make a chew toy outa his hair.
Glad that Tim was so sweet about it.. he was a great guy when i knew him.. and probably still is. And about student teaching don't stress its not as bad as you think it is.. and trust God to show you new and wonderful things.
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