That memory was given a resurrection yesterday. My hairdresser had been in a car wreck and it's not certain when she will come back to work. As a result, on my appointed day and hour for a haircut, I was assigned to a new person. Let's just say, despite my instructions to, "Please give me a trim but the same style" the result was mismatched to me in every way.
In the midst of my despair, I remembered 2 things that gave me perspective and hope: my former hairdresser was in much more need than I and my Dad saying, "God and the rain will bring it back."