I was in beauty school spring of 2015. It was normal day, when a client walks in the door they sign in, and the receptionists brings a slip back with the client's name on it and what service was needed. I get my slip, I walk to the seating area and I hollar out "Larry". A little old man gets up and walks to my station, basic haircut. He never said 1 word to me. I finished his haircut he got up laid my tip on my counter and left.
Next day I was off of school I'm sitting at home reading the news paper. I turn the page and there is LARRY. It broke my heart, I yelled at my boyfriend "awww babe I cut this guys hair yesterday and he died." My boyfriend just brushes it off like "o'well"
I started reading the obituary and it said HE died 2 Days before I cut his hair. I was in tears like with just happened moment. Then I started thinking maybe they got the days mixed up which doesn't happen a lot. But maybe it did this time. I was so confused. I couldn't explain it. I literally was at a loss for words.
I cut it out the paper and took it to school the next day asking everybody if they remember him, no one paid enough attention. So I go to my school owner and have her pull the school's sign in sheet and what do you know, there it is, the name LARRY no last name. Just Larry. I was so shook I even made my teacher cry when I told her what was going on.
I physically touched this man. Not to mention at this time I lived in a town 15 miles north of Larry's hometown and had to drive through his town to get to school. I am going to assume he just needed 1 last cut before his holiday in the sky. What do y'all think?