Humor Gets You Through Life

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Humor Gets You Through Life
Claiming Frequent Flier miles becomes a skill equaled only to astrophysics or neurosurgery. Not being one to give up on hard earned freebies---there's that persistence value again---I determine I will fight to the bitter end so as not to be robbed of my miles. I couldn't get resolution on the phone or internet, so I conclude this merits a trip out to the airport. I walk up to the counter with no one else in sight except the ticket agent and me. The first words out of my mouth are "I have had no sex---" The honest-to-god fact that I intended to say "I have had no success---," means nothing after the faux pax has escaped my lips. We are both laughing so hard, I barely get out my next words, "That's true also but that doesn't happen to be your problem."

I can't help but feel my mispronunciation set the tone for this ticket agent being exceptionally willing to help me get to the bottom of my problem with Frequent Flier miles.

Dr. Norman Cousins' now legendary work on healing began by discovering that ten minutes of hearty belly laughs could provide him with two hours of pain free rest. In Head First, he states, "scientific evidence is accumulating to support the biblical axiom that 'a merry heart doeth good like a medicine'".

My son, Sims comes to mind. As a child, he knew how to laugh, even at himself, better than most. One of his favorite stories occurred when he was thirteen.  He asked to be dropped off at a girl's house after dinner.  This was new behavior. Now the word cool was invented for this boy. In his new, much longed for leather jacket, he was the essence of junior high chic.  As he tells the story, everything went fine with the visit in spite of the fact that the girl's parents were much too present.  At the agreed upon time, I returned to pick him up and honked the horn. God forbid that I should go to the door and let this young girl discover he had a mother.  He quickly said his good bye. With one swift and graceful movement he picked up his new leather jacket from the floor and headed toward the door. His forward progress was disastrously impeded as he placed his foot in the pocket and was now ripping a big tear in the precious garment. Yes, he wanted to die and never have to face the young girl again. Instead, he told the rest of the family so we could all have a good laugh courtesy of our most cool family member.  He also made peace with having a beautifully repaired leather jacket.    

In contrast, folks who are not able to laugh at themselves make good targets for those of us who do. Husband Number Three possessed unfortunate characteristics that made him a sitting duck for my junior high age sons to make fun of. We actually had to bring the subject up in family therapy. The therapist informed Number Three forthrightly that when persons are not able to find humor in jokes about themselves they make the perfect target for everyone else's humor. The therapist actually complimented my sons on their ability to laugh at themselves!

Humor even boosts your immune system!

updated: 7 years ago