I have been contemplating the idea of cutting and donating my long hair to an organization for cancer victims. I love my long hair, and have been growing it out, with the occasional trim, for the past five years. It measures, extended, 13-inches in length from the nape. And since the appearing greys in my hair are not yet obvious throughout the majority of my long strands, because the organizations prefer the hair not be grey, this would be the perfect time to donate my locks. Now the question remains: To what organization do I give my hair?
In the past, I’ve cut my hair—very short—a number of times throughout my life, but never thought about donating it. Now the idea to do this comes to me because of my sister’s mother-in-law, Diane, who typically wears her hair short but has been growing it out just for this purpose. I thought it a very noble and charitable thing to do. And since I have been itching to have short hair again—to my husband’s great disappointment—well, this would be the perfect time and the right thing to do.
I want to feel that I can be selfless, to give away something I love; to someone I’ve never met in my life. And so this is it.
For some time now, it has been my heart’s desire to do something for someone else, for someone in need, someone not related to me.
It is so much easier to do a good thing, a good deed, for a family member or a dear friend, than to give and/or do for a complete stranger. It is even easier, I feel, to give away money. But to give something away, something that is considered dear and personal—something that has been my pride (to show off), a sort-of vanity for me—that is a whole other story.
Even now, deep inside, a small part of me trembles at the thought of saying goodbye to my hair.
And as I close this post, resigned to following my heart’s desire, my husband, too, has given me his blessing with a smile. The only thing left to do is to find what charity to choose.
I welcome suggestions, please!
We dream a life to be; we live to dream that life! (vka)