I have started up a team for Septembeard. If you’re not familiar, it’s a marathon…of sorts…in which teams get people to pledge money that goes towards researching cures for cancer. It’s just, in this case, rather than running or swimming…we’re growing beards. So, if you’d like to join my team and help with the cause, please let me know. If, on the other hand, you want to sponsor someone’s beard, let me know that and we’ll get right started.
Let me preface this story with a little tidbit about myself: I used to be a very independent person. Growing up, I was often described as the “Lone wolf” kinda guy. I had no problem entertaining myself, driving out to the mall, seeing a movie, starting a project, whatever. Even after I started dating and then married my sweetheart, my independence was still there. If I needed something from the store, I’d drive out and get it. My wife could certainly come along if she wanted, but I didn’t need her to take me. Fast forward to now. I can’t drive. I require frequent assistance for wound care. Hell, I still occasionally need help in the bathroom. So, sometimes, when I’m really feeling like I don’t have any control in my life, I shave my beard.
Follow me on this. In this awful situation where I feel like so much control has been stripped away from my life, I always have control over my facial hair. It sounds silly, but sometimes I just have to remind myself that there’s still at least one thing that I have total control over…so I spend a few minutes shaving my face completely clean. When it’s all done, I can look in the mirror and say “I did that. I required no help. I can still do this.” And sometimes, that’s enough to get me going again.
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