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Being funny. It's a risky business.
As an active care-giver, I learned to laugh. It was one of
my favorite forms of respite. Late in the evening. Watching comedians. And
their take on the funny side of life. I came to musings, too. Instead of the care-givers forum. To
ponder. On almost any subject but care-giving. Worked wonders. Prepared me for another
day of care-giving. Relaxed. Refreshed. Rejuvenated. --Jim
I see too many care-givers. Too absorbed. In care-giving.
They need to lighten up. To find reason to laugh. A guffaw or two a day, keeps
the blues away. --Jim
As usual, Chrisp. You are a wise man. Reminding me. That
kindness and empathy. Should come ahead of the joke. I wonder if Jesus had a
sense of humor. If he told jokes. With the intent of making people laugh. Maybe
at the dinner table. Over a glass of
wine. Did he ever sing? Or dance? Just let himself be very, very human? Did he
ever do stuff he later regretted? Ah, so many questions. That’ a nice thing
about life. More questions than answers. Maybe that’s the way it should be. A
constant search. For answers. Amidst a sometimes turbulent world. Yes. I need
humor in my life. In order to cope. In the toughest of times. I wonder if I’ll
die laughing. There are worse ways to go. --Jim
Norman Cousins, the political journalist and author, was
diagnosed in 1964 with a rare disease. And given only a few months to live. So
he decided to die laughing. Watching videos of his favorite comics. He immersed
himself in humor, in laughter. On a daily basis. Lo and behold, Cousins lived for another 26 years.
Until 1990. He later lectured (I
attended one, in Arizona) and claimed
that laughter saved his life. No joke. I believe it. Cousins said, ‘Death is
not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while
we live.’ --Jim