#Service He seemed at peace, chuckling as we came to the end, whispering how he ended up here. 'The world has a good lot of messy people, he remarked. Then again, if all were perfect, there'd be no god,' he smiled. Service must perhaps be love in action. #smimano I'd just finished 'Tales of Passion' by Isabel Allende, and the next day, I had the first hair cut in my life, when I didn't come out cribbing for losing my hair. Tales of passion ought to be all around us, now more than ever. If we paid attention. He'd been all over the country. Owned salons, restaurants, and seen it all. He charismatically recalled the time in his youth when he had to escort a German 19yr old girl to Chennai and neither knew English. The way, news spread in the hometown, as relatives stared at him walking past, wondering how he charmed this graceful alien. And when he'd finished, He left more than he should. Advised me how to care for my hair. 70 years old, yet he was agile as a high school grad on the athletic tracks, watching the girls on the stairs. He wanted to go out smiling and serving.
