After an early morning shampoo you discover your hair has turned bright green. Many shampoos and rinses later, you face the fact that it’s permanent.
Do you go to work that morning? If you do, how would you deal with the stares and the constant question, “What happened to your hair?”
What about the snickering? Or the direct insults? Could you bear under such pressure?
Most adults would find it difficult to go through life with green hair. But why would life under green hair be so hard to manage?
Perspective. Other people’s perspective, that’s why.
For our GOOD FRIDAY this week, we were to watch a movie with our children, a movie that would inspire them to newer heights. The movie I picked was The Boy with Green Hair, made in 1948. In the movie a war orphan, after washing his hair, discovers he will have to spend the rest of his life with green hair. Ostracized and pressured to no end to cut off or dye his bright green hair, he runs away and collapses running through the woods. There he has a revelation in the form of poster war orphans who help him see the purpose of his sudden green hair.
After the movie I asked my son would he be embarrassed to sport bright green hair.
“Embarrassed? I already have the longest hair than all the guys in my school. If my hair was green too, I would be the coolest kid in school.”
How was your Good Friday? What movie did you decide to watch? Leave your stories in the comments below. And as always – keep your head up.
Where is the Wealthiest place on earth?
Many believe it’s in the oil rich reserves of the Middle East. Or the diamond mines of South Africa. There are even those who tell you it’s in all the cemeteries of the world.
None of those answers are correct, not one.
Of the three places mentioned, why would people believe wealth could ever possibly be in the grave? You no doubt heard this overused and under-thought excuse: “Many people in cemeteries died before their treasures could be realized.”
A treasure that can’t be accessed isn’t a treasure.
No, there are zero treasures in the cemeteries, none of which are of any value to us.
So where does all the wealth of the world lie? Where it’s always been, right here.
Our true wealth is in the living. So, instead of focusing on what could have been, let’s gear our hearts and minds on what can be.
Case in point:
An eight-year-old boy turned in filthy homework every day. It had soot all over it, smearing the pages with dirty smudges. It smelled of smoke, and so did the boy. The kids would laugh, and every time he handed it to his teacher, she begrudgingly accepted it; for a week this went on. Finally at end of the week she said: “meet with me after class.”
“Why is your work like this? Don’t you care enough about school not to hand in work like this?”
With his head down, the boy answered. “Our house caught on fire. Our furniture was ruined; there was water everywhere, and we had nowhere else to go, so we had to move back in. All of the lights won’t work, so I have to do my homework by candlelight.”
With tears in her eyes, she gladly accepted the homework and told the boy he could do his homework after class in her classroom.
That’s why I believe the wealth of the world is in the hearts and minds of our children and the people of all nations, who have the fortitude to not give up. Period.
If you’re not familiar with our Good Friday, please read: Good Fridays. If you like, please join us for this Good Friday.
Our Good Friday: Read a book to a child before Friday, then come back and tell us how it went. And as always, keep your head up.