Back when I was a really young feller, one of the Bustard boys came through the church my girlfriend (now my wife) attended.
At the time I was a filthy heathen.
Anyhoo, I was standing at the left end of a pew, right next to the center aisle, when Rev. Bustard decided to run down the aisle and slap everyone in the forehead as hard as he could.
Now, mind you, I didn't have my eyes closed, I wasn't praying, and I was only there because of my smokin' hot girlfriend.
So the Bustard guy comes through and slaps the fire out of my forehead.
He shook me around some, and then got frustrated cause all I was doing was glaring at him. I didn't understand why he had to smack me like that.
I wanted to deck the guy!
Anyways, I started losing my hair soon afterwards.
Yep.
That faith healer slapped the hair right off'n my head!