What was intended to be a joke ended up being one of the greatest gifts a mother could ever have from her son.
An Arizona guy grew out his hair for over three years in order to give it to his mother, who lost her hair due to radiation treatment.
Matt Shaha declared, “It makes perfect sense.” “In the first place, she gave me the hair.”
Melanie Shaha battled a benign brain tumor for many years.
She remarked, “I had surgery twice, in 2003 and 2006, for a pituitary tumor that was recurrent and benign brain tumor.”
After two successful surgeries to remove it, she was prescribed radiation in 2017 when it reappeared.
“I inquired with my doctor, ‘Will my hair fall out?’” and they replied, “No.”
She lost her hair three months later.
A TWO-DAY WEEK…
She remarked today, “When you don’t have hair, you stand out like a sore thumb and kind people can say things that make you cry.” “Looking sick bothers me more than actually being sick.” At the store, I’d want to fit in rather than stand out.
Shortly after Melanie started experiencing hair loss, her son, who is 27 years old, made a joke one day about growing his hair out and getting a wig for her.
I began working with Matt Shaha a year ago, and he is one of the most giving people I have ever met. Among the original…
Even though Melanie’s son was receiving such a nice offer, she didn’t want to burden him with it.
But Matt had a different perspective. For the next 2.5 years, he let his hair grow out. He went to his mother’s house with a few coworkers when his hair was at the right length, and they chopped it off.
I began working with Matt Shaha a year ago, and he is one of the most giving people I have ever met. Among the original…
Melanie remarked, “We were so excited that we started crying when they started cutting.”
He even paid the $2,000 to have the wig created when the time came.
The mother and son team discovered a wigmaker who created a lighter and more comfortable wig by hand-stitting the hair. Melanie had the wig trimmed and styled as soon as it arrived.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen my mom look like that since she lost it, so it’s been about four years,” Matt remarked upon seeing her in it.
Melanie, smitten with her new appearance, conceded that surpassing her son’s present would be difficult. “It definitely fills your heart.”
Melanie is very happy! Look at her expression! Matt is even grinning broadly. For them both and their families, I adore this.
The flight attendant approached me and requested, “Please remain seated after we land; the pilot would like to speak with you personally.”
I thought my big business trip to LA was going to be just another day until a mysterious request from the pilot left me questioning everything I knew about my past. The truth he shared would alter my future in ways I never imagined.
My flight to Los Angeles was supposed to be a smooth one, but what happened during that two-hour journey changed my life forever. But before I tell you about it, let me share why I had to reach LA that day.
So, I work as an architect at a well-known construction firm, and this is my dream job. Let me tell you, it wasn’t good luck that brought me here. It was my hard work and all those sleepless nights I spent in college upgrading my skills and learning new concepts.
Recently, my boss gave me an opportunity to present a big project to some of our top investors in Los Angeles.
It was a HUGE thing because it could lead to a long-awaited promotion, so I happily accepted the opportunity.
Honestly, I felt so grateful for it because it was also a chance to make my mom, Melissa, proud. She’s my best friend, and that’s mainly because she has raised me as a single parent. She told me my father passed away before I was born, but she never stopped me from chasing my dreams. Mom’s always been there to support me, and I love her for that.
So, when I told her about the meeting in LA, she hugged me and said, “Go get ’em, sweetie! I’ll be praying for you.”
The time flew by at the airport, and soon I found myself comfortably seated on the plane, ready to take off. The flight attendants were all so welcoming, and I lucked out with an empty seat next to me!
As the plane began to ascend, I couldn’t help but feel excited. I was well-prepared for my presentation, hoping the investors would like it.
A few minutes into the flight, a friendly-looking flight attendant named Bethany approached me with a tray of drinks.
“Can I get you something to sip on?” she asked with a smile.
“Just orange juice, please,” I replied, raising my hand to accept the glass. As I did, Bethany glanced down at the birthmark on my wrist.
“I’m sorry, could I have your passport, please?” she asked suddenly.
Well, that’s strange, I thought.
Confused but not wanting to argue, I handed it over. Bethany looked it over carefully before returning it with a nod.
“Just a standard protocol check. Thank you!”
Sounds cool.
A short while later, Bethany returned to my seat.
“Excuse me, will you be in a rush after we land?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got a connecting flight to catch and I’m already running late,” I explained as I subconsciously clasped my hands together.
“Well, the pilot wants to speak with you after we land.”
“The pilot?” I asked. “Why? Can’t he just talk to me now?”
“I’m afraid not,” Bethany replied in a serious tone. “He wants to talk to you in person. I know you’re in a hurry, but trust me, you’ll want to hear this. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
I sat there, utterly perplexed.
What on earth could the pilot possibly need to tell me? And why did it have to wait until after we landed? My big meeting was hanging in the balance, and I didn’t want to risk missing my connection. But Bethany’s insistence made me feel like this was something important.
As the plane touched down and the other passengers began filing out, I steeled myself and waited patiently for the pilot to approach.
When the cabin was finally empty, a tall man with graying hair entered, his eyes immediately locking onto mine.
At that point, I literally dropped my bag and jacket. My jaw just about hit the floor because I could’ve sworn I had seen this man before.
I instantly recognized him from old photos my mom had shown me. This was Steve, her childhood friend.
But the man didn’t look happy to see me.
In fact, tears were streaming down his face as he threw his arms around me in a tight embrace. I stood there, completely bewildered, as he sobbed into my shoulder.
“What’s going on?” I asked in a shaky voice. “What happened?”
He pulled away, gazing at me with red-rimmed eyes. Then, he gently took my hand and revealed a birthmark on his wrist. It was an exact match to the one on mine.
“Courtney,” he choked out, “I’m your father.”
“Wait, what?” I looked at him with eyes wide open. “My father? But Mom said…”
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