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Monday, August 12, 2013

One of Life’s Little Mile Markers

The mile markers on a highway in Idaho are often used to designate a person’s location.  They provide a structure among the otherwise chaotic movements of mountains, valleys, and rivers that make up Idaho land.  Often, mile markers are used to mentally mark fishing holes along the river, the turnoffs to campgrounds, placements of various trailheads, and other like locations.

As with an Idaho highway, life itself offers little mile markers.  These mile markers can be used by a person to judge their own progression as they negotiate the winding curves and changing courses of life.  The first tooth for a baby, the first home for a couple, the first child for a parent, and so on.  I experienced one of these mile markers of life rather unexpectedly a few years ago. 

It happened when I stopped by a local beauty shop to get my haircut after class.  The hair dresser was kind, as most people who work for tips are, and we made pleasant conversation while she worked.  This mile marker of life, this signal that I had passed into a new phase of development and maturity, happened while getting my sideburns trimmed. 

After the typical scrape down the cheek and light but precise trim next to the ear, the buzz of the clippers stalled and innocently hovered over my right lobe.  With two quick strikes the stylist attacked.  In panic at being stripped of its furry coverings my right ear lobe shriveled behind itself and took shelter from the toothy monster that had accosted it. With a face of violation, shock, and honest confusion at what had just happened, I looked helplessly up at the politely smiling stylist. 

No words were spoken.  She knew I knew, and I knew I knew, that ear hair trimming was now an official part of my haircut; making my lobes fair game to all who specialize in the cutting of human hair.  I sat sad and deflated through the rest of my haircut.  I didn’t even flinch when the same treatment was given to the left lobe.  I was utterly and completely defeated.  And do you know the worst part?  I realized then that I was one step closer another of life’s little mile markers - multi-colored eyebrows.

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