Laughter is powerful medicine. I have read stories about people lying on their death bed with end-stage cancer, who were determined to go out laughing — and their cancer disappeared after watching a marathon of comedy shows!
My daughter, whose narcissistic ex-husband has taken their son from her — I have written about it HERE and HERE — is doing remarkably well despite this horrible situation. She has always been resilient like that. One of the tools she uses to get through the hard times in life is her great sense of humor. My daughter loves to laugh, and she can usually find something to laugh about, regardless of the circumstances. I like to think she got some of that from me.
Last week, a couple of days after my daughter received a phone call from her son’s school alerting her to the fact that her severely disabled child was missing, my daughter was sending me texts at around two in the morning her time. She was too upset to sleep, although she was exhausted. I was also unable to sleep. My mind simply would not turn off.
Feeling utterly helpless, I sent my daughter a text saying “I am so sad. Is there anything I can do to help?”
She replied “Please don’t be sad.”
Thinking of how futile it is to ask me not to be sad under such heartbreaking conditions, I decided to send her a picture that would demonstrate how sad I felt. Because a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
I have more than three hundred photos on my phone, so I figured I could find something appropriate to the situation. Here are the pictures I sent, along with their attached text messages:
Sad like bear poop.
Sad like Jay’s chihuahua when she had a sick tummy.
Sad like an old abandoned motel.
Happiness is just a distant memory.
Just freaking sad.
My daughter replied: “OK that made me laugh.” After that, we were both able to get some much needed sleep.
Thank you for stopping by. And remember: if you’re having a rough day, you aren’t really sad unless you are sad like bear poop. 😉