When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the beautician said, "I don't believe that God exists."
"Why do you say that?" asked Sheryl, who had MS.
"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God exist, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."
Then Sheryl thought for a moment, but didn't respond because she didn't want to start an argument.
When the beautician finished her job, Sheryl left the salon.
Just when she stepped out of the beauty salon's door, she saw a woman in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair. She looked dirty, unwashed and unkempt.
Sheryl turned back and entered the beauty salon again and said to the beautician, "You know what? Beauticians do not exist."
"How can you say that?" asked the surprised beautician. "I am here, and I am a beautician. And I just worked on you!"
"No!" Sheryl exclaimed. "Beauticians don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair, unwashed and unkempt, like that woman outside."
"Ah, but beauticians DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."
"Exactly", affirmed Sheryl. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."