I don’t know if this is still being practiced today but Catholic priests are supposed to shave off a coin-sized area at the top of their heads. They do that as a sign of humility. Jewish men are supposed to were a kipa (?) for about the same reason. Hindus wear a turban. Arabs wear their veil. Most cultures have some instructions for men to cover their head but I think I know the real reason. The notion of covering heads is a conspiracy created by the balding elderly men. Can any of you relate to this?

Remember Alfalfa of the vintage TV show “Our Gang” who had the standing hair shaped like a pencil? That was me when I was a kid . I had a pesky cluster of hair at the back that always stood up. It was as if this “Hair Gang” was waving at people saying “hey! look at us! We’re way back here!”

Whenever my grandma would comb my hair, she would put an extra dab of pomade at the back to keep those guys behaved. Fast forward to the present and that spot where those rebels stood is now empty. It’s a ghost town. Nothing there but shiny skin. Yes my friends, I’m getting bald.

I wish I had paid attention to the hairy gang more. But how could I? They were all the way at the back. I never cared about them. I didn’t even know they were going away. I didn’t know I hurt their feelings. They left without  even saying goodbye.

My wife didn’t want me to be like some old men covering their bald spot with over-reaching hair from the neighboring “vicinity.” She said I should just do a buzz cut. So we marched down to the beauty shop and she said “cut them! … cut them all!”

My wife has good fashion sense so I let her have her way with my hair. I think I shed enough hair to fill up a pillow. .

I sat in resignation at the reality of being “follicle challenged.” I was surprised I even cared about how I looked. I never do. No more will my locks toss in the wind. No more will I part my hair. No more will I twirl it around with my fingers. This is yet another step to the ladder of Senior Living.

I was uncomfortable going to my business meeting with my stub of hair. I thought I would be the easy joke target in the room. But to my surprise no one said anything. Only one person noticed and gave me a compliment. I guess the bald life isn’t that bad after all. Anyway, hair or no hair … I’m still the same person. I still can function as before. I still have my self worth because this doesn’t change how God loves me.

To my fellow baldies out there, do you have any suggestions? Was it hard for you? You women, what do you think of bald men?

“And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”
— Luke:12:7

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My Wife Got Stung by a Bee

Contributed by Scott of Deerfield, New Hampshire

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