I do love to laugh. Even as a kid, any crying always ended in laughing.
In this day and age of complaining, protesting and general worry, it’s what we all need. It can help in the most dire of times.
In World War II, during the bombing of London (yes, I was there) the warden would always come down to the air raid shelter and make a security check. One time, while trying to determine who should be rescued first, the warden called out, “Are there any pregnant women here?”
There was no response for a second or two.
Then a Cockney broke the silence. “Blimey, mate! We’ve only been down here for five minutes!”
Well, for one glorious moment, the war was forgotten. We were all just a bunch of people having a good laugh!
Everyone should try to have at least one good belly laugh a day. It will do you good.
(This repost from November 6th, 2011, is from my dear Aunt Doris, who passed away in 2015 at the age of 94.)