You are still useful!

Absolutely love this. Made me cry. Even gave me hope for those less fortunate and for myself that each of us are useful to God that gives us a plan, place and purpose. We can never stop being useful because it is our spiritual being that keeps us moving forward toward our calling.

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My name is Elena. I'm 71, and I cut hair in my garage. Twenty-five dollars, cash only, no appointments. You just show up, sit in the vintage hydraulic chair I saved from my old shop,

I spent nearly half a century at a high-end downtown salon before my hands started developing a tremor-nothing major, but enough to end the days of hundred-dollar precision layers. Now, I do simple, honest trims in my driveway under a sign that says "Elena's Community Cuts.” Most folks come because they're struggling financially. That's fine; I keep the prices low on purpose. But Miguel came because he had reached the end of his rope.

He showed up on a Tuesday morning-maybe 48 years old, weeks of stubble, hair matted and hanging past his shoulders. He looked like he'd been living out of his car. "How much to make me look like someone worth hiring?" he asked. I saw his hands trembling. I saw the crushing shame in the way he avoided my gaze. "Sit down," I told him. I didn't mention the price.

I worked for over an hour. I cut, shaped, and refined his beard. When I finally spun him toward the mirror, he stared at his reflection for a long, silent minute. "I forgot," he whispered. "I forgot I was still in there.” He pulled out nine dollars in crumpled singles. "It's all l've got. I'll bring the rest when I can.” "That's the exact price today," I lied. "Tuesday special.”

He knew. He started crying-not just a sniffle, but the kind of deep, gut-wrenching sob that comes from a person who hasn't felt seen in years. "I have a job interview Thursday," he said. "The first one in a year. I'd stopped trying because I looked like... well, like l'd already lost. You just gave me a fighting chance."

The New Sign

After he left, I sat in my garage and thought about how many people stop trying simply because they can't afford to look like they're trying. So, I put up a new sign: "Job Interview Cuts - Free. No Exceptions."

Word traveled to places I'd never visited: shelters, unemployment offices, and recovery centers. People started appearing. Young, old, men, and women—all with that same "lost" look Miguel had carried.

I work six days a week now. Some people pay the twenty-five dollars; some pay more.

But the interview cuts? Those are always free.

A woman named Sandra came by once. She was a single mother of three, interviewing for a position at a credit union. Her friend had tried to trim her hair with kitchen shears because a salon was out of the question. I fixed it. I gave her a look that screamed professional and confident. She got the job. Two months later, she came back and handed me sixty dollars. "For the next few people," she said.

The Return of Miguel

But the moment that truly stayed with me was when Miguel returned a year later. He pulled up in a clean sedan, wearing a sharp suit and a fresh haircut.

"I'm the floor supervisor now," he told me. "At the logistics firm where I interviewed. I bring people here now-guys from the temp agency who are working hard but look rough. I tell them Elena's got their back."

He handed me a four-hundred-dollar check. "I've kept track. You've cut hair for sixteen people l've sent your way. This is for them, and whoever comes next.”

The Lesson: Giving Back the Mirror

We've performed over 400 interview cuts in the last two years. Local barbers even come to volunteer on their days off. Last month, a man got hired at a prestigious firm. His new boss told him he was hired because "anyone who keeps their dignity after hitting rock bottom is an asset.” But it was the haircut that got him through the door.

I'm 71. My hands shake sometimes. My garage smells like rosemary shampoo and old concrete. But l've learned this: when life falls apart, people don't just lose their income. They lose the mirror. They lose the version of themselves that belongs in a room where their future is decided.

Give someone their mirror back. Whether it's a haircut, a clean shirt, or a kind word -do whatever it takes to make them look in the glass and think, "I'm still in here." Dignity isn't a luxury; it's the foundation. And sometimes, that foundation starts in a garage.

Comment added...

Mrs. Eddy says this in Miscellaneous writings page 329:

"St. Paul says: “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.” Growth is restricted by forcing humanity out of the proper channels for development, or by holding it in

fetters. For Jesus to walk the water was scientific, insomuch as he was able to do this; but it is neither wisdom nor Science for poor humanity to step upon the Atlantic until we can walk on the water.

Peter’s impetuosity was rebuked. He had to learn from experience; so have we. The methods of our Master were in advance of the period in which he personally appeared; but his example was right, and is

available at the right time. The way is absolute divine Science: walk ye in it; but remember that Science is

demonstrated by degrees, and our demonstration rises only as we rise in the scale of being."

I Corinthians 13:12, 13

"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity."