Love wins over Vanity

The other day I found out my friends husband died from cancer.  He is the fourth person in two years.  Each time I have been there to mourn with the family, I have helped take care of the person when they were sick, provided meals and service, cookies, a listening ear, anything that I could do.  This time I felt even more helpless.  I am too far away to offer meals, service, or even fresh cookies.  What could I do?  Last night as I brushed my hip length hair I delighted in the length, a length I had worked and waited 4 years for, I marveled at the softness and the healthy sheen.  I am in love with my hair.  I wanted to see how long it was and I was excited to see that it was 25 inches!  That was long enough to donate.  I have donated my hair 2 or 3 times in the past, but i had stopped because I wanted long hair, really long hair.  I finally had that.  I didn't want to donate it.  It was my hair and I was keeping it.  I realized how selfish that was and decided I had to donate it.  So I called up my neighbor this morning and asked her if she could get me in before I lost my nerve.  I went over this afternoon and she chopped it off.  I almost cried, I have come quite vain over my hair.
It was all worth it.  I can't help much, I wish I could.  More then anything I wish I could be there with my friend to hug her, help her, mourn with her, and just be with her, but since I can't then I can donate my hair to Locks for Love.  My vanity is a small price to pay for the love I have for her and her family.  Besides, it will be nice and cool and hair grows back.  Usually. :)