Laughter is Good for the Soul

I don’t feel like laughing every day, but it sure beats crying! Not to say I haven’t cried a few rivers in my life, I just like laughing better. I like it so much that I even laugh at myself. Like the time I was jogging in the pouring rain and nearly plowed into a telephone pole. And the time I thought my tire required fifty cents worth of air and blew it to smithereens! And the time my oldest grandson and I were horsing around in the mall and he pushed me into a rack of clothes and I sprawled on the floor.

Then there was that time my sister-in-law and I were in K Mart looking at silly pictures in a book entitled “100 Ways to Use a Dead Cat.” We laughed so hard that a crowd of people gathered in the isle laughing with us.

But my all-time favorite was when my husband and I were in Mayberry. I saw a lady that I hadn’t seen in years and stopped to talk to her. When I asked where her husband was she mumbled something that I didn’t understand. so I asked again. When I still didn’t understand she blurted, “Honey, He’s dead!”

This couple was always together: at church, the grocery store, the mall; everywhere. The thought of one ever being without the other never crossed my mind.

“D E A D!!!!” I blurted. When did that happen??

My husband rushed to a far away booth leaving me standing there looking like an idiot all by myself. I offered my sincere condolences and hurried to the booth where my husband was bouncing up and down with laughter.

He who cannot laugh at himself should never laugh at others.

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