I don't remember who it was that was in the barber shop the day I went in, but at the time, I was in a wheel chair because of a torn muscle in my leg. My sister went in to get a bad hair cut fixed, and mom and dad rolled me in so that I could watch. The barber looked over and saw me, and I saw him whisper to my sister, who then giggled and nodded. The next thing I knew they both had water bottles and were shooting me. It made me laugh so hard and that made me feel good because I had been feeling so depressed. Then he put some pixie dust in my hair and wished me to have a magical day. I don't think I will ever forget the experience.
