Bald is beautiful?
The next morning, I washed my hair and applied some gel before remembering that it was time to put my money where my mouth is and follow through with my commitment to the St. Baldricks Foundation (www.stbaldricks.org) and have my head shaved publicly (eeek) in another fundraising effort that encourages folks to go bald and stand “in solidarity with kids battling cancer.” Although Dharma was willing to shave her noggin, I thought better of it, but brought her along, determined that one of us should walk away from the day with hair intact.
Event organizer Lou Monteleone worked night and day for months on end to insure that the day was a success, and it was. The “Human Line of Hope” and “Conga for Cancer” along Route 55 were inspiring, emotional and beautiful, and the huge turnout participated with wild abandon, celebrating, saluting and honoring those afflicted with pride, dignity and a renewed sense of hope as the race for the cure continues. With much fanfare, the shaving got underway and I took my seat. Feeling far more nervous than brave, I asked that we “start with a Mohawk, since it’s a good photo-op” and the buzz of clippers sent shivers up my (spineless?) neck. Hoots and hollers reflected what I could not see (mirrors were nowhere in sight) and Monteleone sent me out into the crowd to collect more dollars, as I sported my (momentary) new coif before the rest of my luscious locks hit the ground.
It’s over now. Naturally, the thermometer dropped the second my head was exposed, and I did shriek the next day when I groggily glanced in the mirror. Facebook friends are having a field day with their pithy commentary, and Dharma is unsure who the bald guy is driving her around the county. But I raised some much-needed funds (thank you all!), and although chilly, feel (not sure about looking) good about it. These kids are so brave that they inspire, and the shaving caused me to reflect on how fortunate I am that I have hair to lose, knowing that (with luck) it will, eventually, grow back. With chilly days already here, it’s a good opportunity to add to my wardrobe and start collecting caps. Friends continue to remind me (I think they’re just being kind) that “bald is beautiful” and even if I’m not, the children most certainly are.
For more about the human line of hope, click here.