My Barber - Guest Post by ST Mann
At the
appointed time on the appointed day, my brothers and I went down to the barber.
Wise. Handsome. Tall. Athletic.
Strong, yet with the gentle touch and dexterous hands of a surgeon.
To cut the hair
on the far side of my head, he didn’t spin the stool, and he didn’t walk around
the chair either. Rather, he snuggled my
head over against his chest so he could reach over to the far side, Working from above.
I could hear
his breathing. I could feel his
breathing.
I could feel his
heart.
When the whim
struck, he blew away the loose hairs from my neck or face with a burst of his
own breath.
Once finished,
my barber would stand back, gaze proudly at his work, and then proclaim ‘not
bad for an amateur!’
How the years
went rushing by! Looking back past all
those years, I wish my dad still cut my hair.
The glory of children is their
father….
s.t.mann is a 50s vintage sojourner for Jesus, and has written dozens of inspirational short stories based on his own true adventures, as well as other works. He lives on a farm in the Canadian Rockies working on numerous projects including two anthologies; he compiles a monthly devotional read on six continents, and is author of the book ‘My Dance With Diane’. He is an ordained minister, founder and operator of a prison ministry, a retired coach and one time university professor, with a BS from Duke, MS from George Washington, and has completed a variety of seminary level courses. © 2014 -
S.T.Mann, This story is offered
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permissible to use the story as long
as an attribution bio is included.
under Creative Commons license; it is
permissible to use the story as long
as an attribution bio is included.
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