Just last week I discovered something I never knew before, and never would have guessed: I've got a bald spot on the crown of my head.
Someone took photos of our Youth Fellowship bowling outing, and in one of the pictures there was a shot of me from behind... that had to be me, didn't it, no one else around here answers to the description of a big fellow in blue jeans and a blue denim work shirt... a shot of me from behind, with a very visible bald spot!
I nearly flipped. I don't have a bald spot, do I??!
Well, the mirrors around the house were no help. They only deliver a frontal view of me. Until at long last I obtained a handheld mirror, and held it behind my head while standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
I looked in the handheld mirror in disbelief. Sure enough, there on the crown of my head was a very definite and very noticeable bald spot.
A bald spot!
I'm still coming to grips with this latest sign of my aging and my mortality. How long have I had this bald spot? I never would've imagined. Looking at my hair from in front, I do have to admit that my hair is not as thick, and my hairline not quite as low down, as they were when I was in my 20s. But still, you know, I have a full and rather thick head of hair. I've always thought to myself that I'm one of those men who's in no danger of ever going bald.
And then I found out that I have a bald spot... :-(