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My brother Laird (right) was diagnosed with cancer and in this shot was on his 3rd chemotherapy session.  When he came to see me in Dubai he warned…”you won’t recognize me because I have no hair… what didn’t fall out I had to shave”.

I decided that when he would get here I would be just like him so he would be in good company so I went to a barber in Dubai Festival City just 10 minutes before his flight arrived.  I said “Quick I have to get to the airport with no hair… how long will it take”.  A glimmer went off in the eye of the barber.  I presume that this is a dream cut.  Wack Wack Wack and go away.  In 3 minutes it was all gone

I went to the airport but got a good look at myself and memorized my look so I would know what my brother would look like.

I found him.  Almost wearing the same thing as me!

We had some good quality time to talk about a variety of job issues.  He loves to talk shop and so do I.  He did tell me he was scared and that he wasn’t feeling so good.  I don’t know what it was but as soon as I cut off all of my hair I started to feel more fragile myself.  I joked with him and said .. “I find ouselves together and feel that even me like I have cancer.”  Although it is not true I did find myself acting different, more careful and more deliberate.

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