Last night I impulsively decided to shave my beard in honor of getting a new job offer as a live-in caregiver for a woman who had a stroke. I had been growing it out since my last client was in the hospital, shortly before his death, and had a secret sentimental attachment to it that I never felt comfortable mentioning. Knowing that I was about to move on to a new phase of my life, to move forward despite the previous loss, I felt blessed by the new opportunity. I had already used the beard to...
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