Triple digits baby
I have a confession to make.
Today, after much hesitation, I gave in. The peer pressure was simply too strong.
Emery laid it on thick. Sure he looks like a 6’4”, 300 pound teddy bear. But sometimes bears bite.
Over the years, I have taken a lot of slack for my hair. Personally, I believe it is misunderstood. Sort of like Picasso; too progressive for its day. But that’s not my fault. I can’t help it if I am ahead of my time.
Emery is one of those slackers; a poor soul who simply does not understand true beauty.
Now I have nothing against “Peanuts.” And I wouldn’t even mind it if Emery said I looked like Charlie Brown, Linus, over even Snoopy. But Peppermint Patty… now that was uncalled for.
So this morning, I took care of it. Actually Eric did. (Sorry mom—it was purely a financial decision.) On November 27, 2006 at 10:23 am, I, Kent Miller, received my first haircut since leaving St. Joseph, Michigan.
Now what makes this event even more significant is that today is a day for the history books… or at the very least Wikipedia. Today is day 100.
Eric and I have been traveling on our pilgrimage for 2400 hours. Also known as 144,000 minutes. It is triple digits baby. 5 times 4 times 4 plus 20. 100 days. I believe it is a world record.
Anyways, the point is thank you. The last 100 days has been the most insightful, stretching and exciting time of my life. And I am positive this experience would not have been possible without your support. God has truly blessed us. Thank you.
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Okay, so where’s the picture? You can’t confess the shearing of your locks w/o sharing your new look! Otherwise, back in the ideologically (idiotically?) challenged US capital, we miss you. But I love your journey and would love to comment on giving homeless people $, the disappointment of interfaith, the discoveries of a trip so rich you will never ever forget it. 100 days and counting.
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Secretly, I must say, I am a little relieved. I never saw it in its glory, but I have caught glimpes of the infamous mullet and I was slightly nervous that you might make another go of it. Or that you would turn into one of those cartoon characters who has no eyes, only hair covering his face. And I like your eyes, they are blue.
I am so proud of you guys and for all the work you have done. It amazes me to hear how much you have changed and how God has challenged you. It is so evident that God is working in your lives and in the lives that you are touching. I can’t wait to read your book some day and talk with you both at the Chocolate cafe or Dunkin Donuts about it all. I’m praying for you both and slowly getting the Scottish world to pray for you as well!
Dear Kent,
It is not my fault that you came in here looking like Charlie Brown’s sister. But I am a 6′4″ 300 PLUS pounds teddy bear that bites. And Obi 1, let the force be with you.
PS: You and Darth behave. No more alcohol for you Mr. Superman…and no flirting…and no sleeping with Eric.
With love,
Emery
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