Where Oh Where Is My Hair (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 26 2025	Views/Reads: 0/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Thinking on this verse reminded me that sometimes I am more concerned about what people think about my looks. Rather, I should be more concerned about what God thinks of me. Am I living a life that pleases Him? When that is my daily focus, it does not

It is true that I don't pay attention to many things in life. I guess
I'm just too busy to notice everything. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage always asks me why I'm not paying
attention. To keep engaged in that argument, I say, "I'm too poor to 
pay attention. Could I borrow $0.25 from you?" 

I have yet to get that $0.25. But it is true, I don't pay attention. 

It all started when I was in grade school. I had a hard time paying
attention to my teacher. I don't remember how many times I was sent to 
the principal's office for this very thing. 

Believe me, I have tried to pay attention throughout life, but it has
been very difficult for me. I'm too poor to pay attention, and as I get 
older, the poorer I get. 

All of this came to a head the other day when I walked into the bathroom
to shave, brush my teeth and comb my hair. When I was combing my hair, 
I noticed there wasn't much hair to comb. The less hair I have, the 
longer it takes me to comb my hair. I wish I could explain that. 

It then dawned on me that I was going bald. I then remembered my uncle
who was very bald and explained it by saying, "Grass does not grow on a 
busy street." 

I'm beginning to understand what he meant. According to his definition,
my head has been very busy the last few months. I'm just not sure what 
it's been busy doing. 

Being bald has made me think that maybe I should start wearing a hat.
That might cover up some of the bald spots. 

Last week I was going to go to the barber. I told The Gracious Mistress
of the Parsonage, "I'm going to my barber to get a haircut." 

Just as I was walking out the door, she replied by saying, "Have you
decided which hair you're going to get cut this week?" 

As I closed the door, I heard her laughing, but I wasn't laughing on my
side of the door. 

When I came back from my barber The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
greeted me and said, "Did the barber cut the right hair?" And then she 
laughed as though it was something funny! 

Pondering this, I was trying to find the answer to a straightforward
question: Where did all my hair go? And, what scared it away? 

What provokes me is, why does the hair on my face continue to grow while
the hair on the top of my head has retired? Why can't I turn it around? 
Then I wouldn't have to shave every day. 

When I was at my barbershop, I was tempted to ask if there was anything
I could do to replace what had vanished on the top of my head that. 
Then, I didn't think it was a proper question to ask the barber. 

I've tried a lot of things to cover up that bald spot on the top. I try
to comb the hair from the side of my head up and over the top. That did 
not work at all. No matter what I did, nothing fixed that problem. 

The good thing about being bald is I only see it when looking in the
mirror. The only ones who see it are those whom I meet with during the 
day. 

I then had another thought stomped through my brain. Why is it that men
go bald but most women do not? I was tempted to ask The Gracious 
Mistress of the Parsonage, but then I thought she might answer this 
question in a way that would not make me too happy. 

The more I keep The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage off the top of my
head and the missing hair, the happier I'm going to be. Believe me, she 
can fix anything. I was afraid she would fix me, but I would not be 
happy with the fix. 



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