My Barber’s Story

While receiving a haircut from my favorite barber, I asked about his views on Russai and Syria. The story evolved into him sharing about his time in the Russian military.

In the late 80s, he was deployed to Afghanistan when he was 18. On his second day, 240 of his platoon were shot while at their base.

He continued to cut my hair. I looked in dismay. I will luckily and hopefully see death in this way. But, I could not imagine seeing this at the ripe age of 18.

I had known and enjoyed the company of my barber for 3 years and had no idea. Each person has their story.

The Tao of Humility

It is not humility to insist on being someone that you are not. It is as much as saying that you know better than God who you are and who you ought to be. How do you expect to arrive at the end of your own journey if you take the road to another man’s city? How do you expect to reach your own perfection by leading someone else’s life? His sanctity will never be yours; you must have the humility to work out your own salvation in a darkness where you are absolutely alone.
—Thomas Merton, “New Seed of Contemplation