Sunday, March 12, 2006

God's Medicine

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, moroseness, anxiety -- all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. It is better than emery. Every man ought to rub himself with it.
Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887)

The greatest stress reliever I can think of is laughter. Faces relax then everything else follows suit and a tide of comfort bursts from deep inside, washing away every negative in its path. Years dissolve from even the most care worn among us. Moods lighten, conflict becomes impossible; laughter is the soul exhaling with enough intensity to shake our frames and free our minds from doom and gloom.
There are places where human congregate to share light moments of hilarity of one measure or another. We have clubs dedicated to its production. We have game sites here on the internet. We have books and websites filled with jokes to read and share. We email or retell the best ones to our best friends in an attempt to pass on positive emotions to the one's we love.
Get the most out of these wonderful places that we set aside in the honor of God's medicine. The measured of joy you experience will be multiplied by how much you give or divided by how much you subtract from the surroundings. Places meant for laughter are not suitable for wars of egos or battles of wills. Spaces built to house laughter are desecrated when rage and blame are used to paint the walls.
Mirth is God's medicine and a priceless gift we can give one another. It is a form of entertainment that each economic class can enjoy to its fullest. It binds us together in such a pure way. No boundaries separate us when we laugh together. Allow your soul to exhale often and as deeply as possible. It is a lot cheaper and saner than trips to the doctor and drug store to find instant relief from the cares we are burdened with and the rush is more wonderful than any man made drug.
The text below came to me in email form and I place it here to remind everyone of the importance of respecting the three feet of personal space of the person next to you. Face-to-face or monitor-to-monitor we owe the same respect to others that we seek for ourselves.

Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Most importantly the last sentence.)
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails
and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back
of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next
few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily
gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that
he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally
able to tell his father that all the nails
were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.