The following post is written by our oldest daugher Erin, who lives in Point Grey where she attends the University of British Columbia.
Last Saturday, I decided it was time for a haircut. Getting your haircut involves a lot of trust; you are giving someone else the power to make you look like Denise Richards… or Richard Simmons.
So I walked up and down my block and realized I had seven hair salons to choose from! Apparently, hair grows really fast out here in Point Grey. Everything from high end salons to Great Clips, but then I came across “Varsity Barbers” with a cute little Asian couple standing at the window with big grins on their faces. The place was empty, not usually a good sign when it comes to hair salons and there was a big “12.99 for students” sign in the window. My Dad always told me, “If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys” but I figured they could probably use the business and decided to put my trust in the Varsity Barbers.
“Hewo, hewo! Wewcome!” They both said excitedly as I walked in. They told me that business hadn’t exactly been booming lately and that I was the first customer of the day. I told the barber that all I wanted was a little trim and the woman started cutting away. “You like the hair in the fwont?” she said. I was a little puzzled and said nervously “you mean bangs?” She nodded “ya ya, hair in the fwont” and pointed at my forehead. I yelled out a very nervous “NO! Just a trim please!” Then she made me stand up and was cutting random pieces off the back. I asked if I could get a mirror and see. Apprehensively, she replied “uh it not done yet” then yelled something in Chinese to her husband and he ran over. Now, I was starting to sweat. I caught a glimpse of it in a back mirror and it looked a bit like a wave pool. I probably would have been better off getting my 2 year old niece Leah to give me a trim.
I just closed my eyes and continued to trust in this little Asian woman. “Awl done!” She said proudly, and I hesitantly opened my eyes. Sure enough it didn’t look half bad, actually it looked quite good! I went to pay with my debit card and the couple looked at me and said “debit machine too much money, just cash” and I noticed that all they had was a little till that looked like it came from 1930. I told them all I had was a debit card and they said “you go get money and just come back.” I was shocked that they trusted me to leave and come back. I told them I probably wouldn’t be able to come back with cash until Monday and they said “whenever you can, thank you, thank you fo picking us!”
On Thanksgiving I returned with the money and once again the two of them were sitting in the window with big grins on their faces and no customers. I came back a little later with a pumpkin pie because I knew that they probably would not be doing anything special for thanksgiving but waiting for their next $12.99 customer to come in. I also wanted to show them my gratitude for trusting me. There was a lot of trust going around that weekend.
Since my Dad was diagnosed with ALS, I have had to do a lot of trusting. I have had to trust the doctors who are taking care of him, the scientists who are looking for treatments and cures, and I have to trust that God will give him strength and courage to make it through the challenges he faces every day.
I am trusting that his life will be like the barber’s chair. The quality of it may be snipped and clipped with a big pair of scissors. It can be a bit of a scary and uncertain ride, but the end result, if this ALS beats him, will be an amazing, stylish new ‘do’ up in heaven.