On Saturday evening, I walked into a barbershop to have my haircut in preparation for Sunday in my normal way.
We agreed on a particular hairstyle. At the end of the day, he barb me something different. It's normal to feel disappointed and offended. No, I can't allow myself to be consumed in anger.
He didn't barb me what I wanted and I didn't want what he barb, so I have to be flexible and go for what is common. With a smile, I step out of the barbershop and I received a lot of admirations from people as I walk through the street to my house.
When life throws bricks on you, use them to build a house.
Let my story inspires you. 