I had some fun yesterday. I volunteer to teach refugee children. They have lost everything and have nothing. Where i am they are not even allowed to go to the public schools and their parents aren't allowed to work. So we feed them and teach them. About half have reached puberty, but disinterested fathers, or also because they are so poor, have not taught these boys and girls how to shave. I raised money and got donations from some generous shop owners. I collected twist to open DE safety razors, shaving brushes, shaving cream in tubes, and toothbrushes. Then, yesterday, I carried the whole bunch over to the center, three huge bags full. I had to get help. We set up in a large enough room and I went through a lesson on how to operate the razor, how to load it, how to build lather with a brush, etc. I showed the boys how to put the razor on their faces and the girls I showed how to hold the razor under their arms and on their legs. Then, I left the girls with a woman and took the boys to corridor with a sink and mirror and taught them hands on how to shave. They each had their very first shave and only one got a tiny weeper. They were all so proud. It was a good day.
I didn't have a dad around (not his fault) when I reached puberty and I was given a razor and no instructions. The same was true for a number of my friends. We all walked around with toilet paper stuck to our faces. Children need a man to teach them things and we can never assume it is getting taught at home, at least correctly.
Maybe this is something to think about?
I didn't have a dad around (not his fault) when I reached puberty and I was given a razor and no instructions. The same was true for a number of my friends. We all walked around with toilet paper stuck to our faces. Children need a man to teach them things and we can never assume it is getting taught at home, at least correctly.
Maybe this is something to think about?