(this is my 100th post...who knew when I began 1 year ago, that I'd have 100 things to say. Thanks to those of you who stop by here, and truly make it fun for me to write).
I have great hair. No, really, just ask anyone who knows me...they'll tell you:
"Cruisin has great hair".
The main reason my husband married me was because I had great hair. (he tries to tell me it was for my superior intellect, but I know better).
Now, I can't take credit for this...my father had great hair, and my father's mother had great hair. (and by great, I mean...lot's of it). It's simple genetics, and that is that.
Through the years, I've had people ask me where I get my haircut...no big whoop.
But last week I think I experienced the ultimate in the age of technology.
Upon having just had my hair cut (and colored...gotta keep the gray at bay), I decided to do a little shopping at a local Mervyn's. I was wandering around the store, with my usual dazed and confused look, when suddenly I was approached by a woman around my age.
Not unlike many strangers have stated to me in the past, this woman wanted me to know what a great haircut I had.
She then proceeded to ask me where and who cuts it. She vigilantly took down the information. She wanted my name, so she'd be able to tell my hairdresser whose hair she'd like hers to look like.
But she started to think (aloud, mind you, as if I'd really care), that perhaps she didn't want to insult her own hairdresser, by leaving and trying someone new, and having to explain to her own hairdresser why she had opted to go somewhere else.
So, she and her friend decided that it was best to snap a picture of me so she could show her own hairdresser how to cut her hair.
Out came the camera-phone.
What could I say? I mean, this was my shining moment...the moment I could truly help another human being.
After all, if I could help this woman's self esteem by simply showing her the way to better hair...why, I would have accomplished a mitzvah, a good deed. And during the holiday season...this is the time to give of oneself, no?
I had no choice but to agree to her request. She took a picture of me from the front. Then she asked me to turn around, so she could represent my backside as well. And, let' s not forget about the side view.
So there you have it. Who knew that my greatest assest, my hair, would someday enrich the life of just one woman. And if this woman feels better about herself when she receives her new haircut, who knows what she will go on to achieve...a "pay it forward" moment, if you will.
Now, if this heartwarming story about a little camera phone doesn't explain the far reaching effects of technology on the human condition...well, then I don't know what will.
And, in that moment, I knew I could return to my shopping, with the knowledge that I had behaved in the true spirit of the holiday season.