YOUR HAIR IS NOT LIKE MINE

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When my husband, Rick went to Kisii, Kenya, the children were intrigued by his hair and they all wanted to touch it.  Even though he doesn’t have much, his silky hair was not like anything they had ever seen or felt.  Rick loves kids and they understood they could get permission to touch.  Every time they saw him, they would hold up a hand in greeting, indicating they wanted him to bend down so they could touch again.  Something as simple as hair can break through any language barrier.

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