I am always amazed at how people going through terrible times are still able to maintain a sense of humor.
One of our volunteers at work had the week from hell and shared this picture of something her teenage son created...
Is he referring to the Mayan apocalypse, or the last sheet of toilet paper? (Hint: it's not the first one.)
I had lunch with our friend who is very ill yesterday. He said, "RK, I am going to try my hardest to make the most of the time I have left. There's no point in pouting."
I felt ashamed, as I've been pouting (read: ranting, raving and driving Mr. RK nuts) about medication ups and downs. Mr. RK reminded me that I was lucky (blessed really) to be here, upright, to complain.
Then our friend (who is a pastor) told me this joke:
Three guys die go to heaven on Christmas Eve. St. Peter tells them that because it's close to Christmas, they need to give him a present on the way in.
The first guy gives him a candy cane. The second guy gives him a charm he has on his key chain.
The third guy hands him a pair of women's underwear.
Shocked, St. Peter blurts out, "What is THIS?"
The guy replies, "They're Carol's."
See if you can make someone laugh today. It'll probably help more than you know.