So tomorrow it’s picture day for my brother, which means he had to get a haircut today. Guess what? His need for a haircut saved our lives (us being him, my mom, and I). How? Well, today there was a shooting in the road we usually take to get home. However, since he had to get the haircut, he decided to get it at the same place as his friend always did (which was closer to the school than it was to our house, and that is quite some distance). We were in the haircut place when it happened. Normally though, we would have been on the road. If we hadn’t gone to get him a haircut, we might have been killed today, for all I know. And that is why haircuts are important. A haircut saved my life.