… I had one just like this

This strand is like what I’d braided into the tail of my hair in California in 1996. I arrived back in Florida in time for Christmas Eve service at Unity of Melbourne.  It was packed, standing room only.  My friend Doug Cobb and I stood in the almost back row. When I got home, I found someone had cut my tail off.  In today’s mail, I received it back,  returned anonymously with a note. “You don’t know me. I cut your hair at church one night years ago. I wanted a momento. You write about clear up your past karma so here is your braid. I am sorry.”  Bless them for the courage to return it to me!  I don’t care who you are or why you did it, you are forgiven and I love you.