I would say a subtle fear of any man (or woman) is losing his/her hair (or going gray early; perhaps a little less of the same thing). Well, it is no secret to anyone that for some reason or other I have started to lose my gorgeous hairline. People used to comment how exotic my hair line was in high school and college; people have stopped talking about it recently… I don’t know why. (okay, that last part was totally made up).
Anyways, I am slowly going bald. Let me preface all else I am about to say with the fact that my wife has convinced me that she truly thinks I look great in her eyes; and that is really all that matters to me. But now back to the reality of my baldness. There was a day many years ago when my life was at stake. The reality that I could die once haunted my parents and siblings as we walked through my battle with cancer. If I had been given the choice way back then to either die or live, but living would mean that I would go bald in my early 30’s, I would not have hesitated. I would have said, “Who cares about hair, I just want to live.” BOOM. DESIRE GRANTED!! How quickly and how often do we forget that all of us are living on borrowed time. No one can ensure a crisis may not happen. We all are on borrowed time.
I have said all this to say, imagine if a crisis were to hit your world today. Say your spouse, your child, or your parent were to have a critical accident? Or what if cancer was discovered in your next doctor checkup? What if you woke up after a car accident with both your legs missing, or your spouse missing? Truly put yourself in anyone of those scenarios. In any one of those scenarios would you trade a bald head for healing, life or your legs back? Of course. Who cares about a pretty hairline if you don’t have legs, or you have lost a child, or you are dying with cancer?
I am reminded of one of the greatest country songs of all time (I know some people out there don’t think “country song” and “great” ever belong in the same phrase, but I have a deep love for good country music). Anyways, there is a song by Tim McGraw called “Don’t Take the Girl,” and it will forever rock! Most of you know it and probably love it the same. At the very beginning of the song little Johnny’s world is crushed because his dad is making him take a lame girl fishing with them both. By the end of the song big Johnny is married and about to lose “the same sweet girl” after birthing complications. At the beginning of the song Johnny doesn’t want to take the girl fishing, but by the end of the song Johnny prays that God would take his life and spare hers. In the length of a 4 minutes song Tim McGraw walks us through the very scenario I was reflecting on the other day when I glared at my new gorgeous hairline (click HERE to listen to this brilliant timeless classic). Today I would be tempted to do anything to have my hair back. But there was a day over 20 years ago where I would have gladly traded baldness every day in exchange for life (my parents and siblings would have given way more than just their hair to see my life spared).
So, as I reflect and come to terms with my baldness, I am reminded that as I live on borrowed time, head hair is simply not a top priority. But, I’m not the only one with barsha meshekle (many problems). All of you reading this have problems of your own. Big problems. Way bigger problems than baldness. But, let me just ask you this: Would you gladly embrace the problems that you feel are shaking your world right now and even consider them a treasure in exchange for a crisis passing you by? What if tomorrow brought one of the biggest crises’ the world offers? How much would you be willing to trade for it to pass?
I believe one of the greatest secrets in life is learning to have the right perspective of the “problems” in our lives without needing a crisis to give us perspective. So, don’t wait for a crisis. Enjoy the gifts that truly matter right now. Enjoy the borrowed time you have been given. Perhaps many of the problems we are facing (including baldness) are not that bad.
Something to at least think about, huh?
This must be what Jenny is talking about…