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Savior provides power on bad hair day

You and I can get through a “bad hair day.” Yes we can!

We also — and I say this with optimism and first-hand knowledge — can persevere in spite of a “bad hair day.”

All the same, I hope it never happens to you.

Believe me, it was a harrowing experience — a disaster of sorts. Just thinking back on it makes my hair stand on end; another “bad hair day” in the making.

It distresses me to talk about it, but letting my hair down helps. In fact, I’m certain others have tangled with similar situations.

From what I’ve seen, a “bad hair day” only happens when something important is on your calendar. Any other day of the week, you awaken with every strand of hair in place, and then float through the uneventful hours while greeted with waves and raves about your hairstyle.

This past week, I had a very significant affair on my schedule.

All day I worked on scripts, interview questions and background information for InSteppe the PBS television show I host and produce. Everything was fine. No snarls in the production from what I could see; the crew was scheduled to arrive at 5:30 p.m.

At 3:05, I jumped into the shower and shampooed my hair.

At 3:10, the electricity went off.

At 3:10:02, a blood-curdling scream rose from the dark steamy bathroom. Wrapped in a towel, I rushed downstairs.

“It’s a disaster!” I moaned. “My hair is sopping wet, and I can’t use the hair dryer!”

Bill turned from staring at his own disaster — the silent TV cut off in the top of the ninth inning. “Dear, there are disasters and there are DISASTERS. Can’t you just let it air dry?”

“ARGGG!!!!!!!!!” I bit my tongue and raced from the room in a frizz.

Minutes later, frantic phone calls told me I had something to dread. Locked into this power failure with me were other homes for miles around!

What I needed was Divine intervention.

My cell phone rang, “Hi Lucy! It’s Susan. I just got your message, and we’ve got electricity.”

At 4 p.m., armed with a truckload of hair equipment, makeup, wardrobe, scripts and stopwatch, I raced to her home across town. By 5:30 p.m. I was walking in the TV studio door, every hair in place.

It was a small miracle in my book — a new record in getting dressed, curled and coifed.

And if there’s one thing I learned from this “bad hair day,”, it’s knowing we can survive anything — big or small — with the help of a friend . . . and The Power.

Yes WE can!