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So I decided about 18 months ago or so that I wanted to grow out my hair to donate it to Locks of Love. The last 18 months were a test of endurance, commitment, and self-control...just kidding, it really wasn't a big deal. Hair grows, you cut it and then it grows again!
This was the last time a pair of scissors touched my head. The date was June 30th, 2008.
View from the front.
View from the back.
They had to put all of my hair into little pony tails to make sure there was enough length.
This is when Mandi started to get nervous.
Then it was time to shave off the pony tails!
I wanted to leave a little so I could have a mullet. Mandi said that would be fine if I enjoyed the single life :)
We managed to keep a little bit of hair, but if you look closely, it looks like somebody hit a sand shot from the top of my head and left a divot.
And there it is! 12 inches of hair to Locks of Love!!!
Even though all of my hair was gone, it still felt like I had my strength. Take that Samson!
