Yes, yes--I've been uncharacteristically grateful lately but I simply must add this one to my gratitude journal. Last night at Young Women another leader who is probably plus or minus about 50 years old told me that her apparently golden brown hair is really pure white. Pure white? "Gordon B. Hinckley white?" I asked. Gandalf the White, white? I privately reflected. (OK, so I think about Gandalf and his transformation to White A LOT. What's the big deal! Shut up.) "Yes," she said. Her hair is naturally (and prematurely) that white.
As I marveled at the importance of hair color and one's personal appearance and self-image I just barely kept myself from blurting out, "Whoa. If I saw you with white hair I would think you were like 100 years old!" Indeed, I had the wherewithal not to say that. And I am grateful.
Instead I said, "If I saw you with your white hair it would really freak me out." And I don't think there's anything wrong with that because it's totally true.