Deep cuts

I poked a hole in my finger today with some scissors. Let me explain. I didn’t intend to do that. It wasn’t as if I was trying to end my life with a scissor wound. Maybe, I should start from the beginning.

Today, I had the privilege to participate in the homeless connect hosted at our church. It is sponsored by United Way and is designed to bring the homeless and other financially challenged families together with needed services in the city.

These services include employment agencies, housing options, veteran’s services, identification cards, and others.  We also provided clothing, food, showers and even haircuts.  Hence the aforementioned scissors.

We had about 100 volunteers serve the needs of over 280 guests! It was a fantastic day but very hectic and tiring. I arrived at the church at 6:30 a.m. and didn’t finish until after 4:00 p.m. One of my tasks this day was helping the haircut folks get their needed supplies. They cut well over 50 heads of hair!

So, I headed to the local Wal-mart to get some better scissors than the less than sharp scissors I found in our office desks. Great for cutting paper but not so much with hair.

I found some great “cutters” and helped the ladies out. During clean up was when I made my fatal and quite bloody mistake. I was trying to remove one of those little pieces of plastic from the handle and instead of succeeding, placed the point through the fleshy part of my left pointer finger. It went deep. Not fun!

So, what’s the “point?” Pun definitely intended. I guess the thing I learned today was how great it is to be involved in something that changes lives. It takes a little bit more effort but I would rather be a part of something that means something rather than playing it safe.

We can stay at the surface level or we can go to the deepest level. It costs more to go to that level but you got to ask yourself what you really want out of life. I want the deep stuff! But, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t hide the scissors.

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