It’s amazing how doing something as simple as growing a mustache can make a guy feel like he’s contributing to a global cause. I’m 14 days into my own #Movember Movement and while some would say my ‘stache isn’t anything to write home about, it sure feels great knowing what these prickly little whiskers mean.
By growing out the hair on my upper lip, I’m telling the world that I’m standing with my fellow man. My mother in law recently asked why I was doing it, and I said because between the six closest men in her life – her husband, two sons, two sons-in-law and her grandson – one of us, at some point in our lives, will be diagnosed with prostate cancer. It’s a scary thought, but one that we can’t just shave away in the morning.
Another great “whisker witness” moment for me happened last week. I was traveling back from Sarasota, Florida, sitting next to a lady on her way to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She asked what I did for work. We talked and then she asked about my ‘stache. “That’s not something you see on a man your age,” she said. I then went on to tell her about the #Movember Movement and the reason I was attempting to grow a mustache. She joked that for being 11 days in, my ‘stache was pretty weak.
You know what’s weak? Not doing something about prostate cancer. I’m honored to grow my ‘stache – however thin and frail it may look – for the men who don’t have a choice against cancer. I could really use your help this month. Please consider donating a few bucks to my fundraising page – http://mobro.co/davesniadak