So I am driving down the road, and I see this old man walking along the side walk. I notice that his head is funny shaped.My first thought is, it must be a bad hair day. As I get closer I realize that it is not his hair. This poor man must have had a terribly tragic head injury and I start feeling real sympathy for him and the trauma he must have gone through for his head to be so misshapen. I start to express this to my son who is sitting beside me in the car, but now I am close enough to see that the man is wearing a hat the same color as his skin. A very square beat up hat! So totally relieved that I had been mistaking, My son and I start to laugh at the way my mind works! … I love my Life!