{and I quote}
"Have you ever seen an angry driver who, when someone else makes a mistake, reacts as though that person has insulted his honor, his family, his dog, and his ancestors all the way back to Adam?
Or have you had an encounter with an *overhanging cupboard door left open at the wrong place and the wrong time which has been cursed, condemned, and avenged by a sore-headed victim?
There is an antidote for times such as these: Learn to laugh."
-Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin, October 2008
* I'm going to insert my own story here...
Trace just finished making our king size bed frame. We got the bed all arranged, put back together, clean sheets, fluffed the pillows...it looked great. At the FOOT of our bed we placed a solid wooden box/chest/junk box (which I made in the 7th grade). So bedtime rolls around and I'm anxious to cuddle with my freshly washed linens (which I LOVE the feel and smell of sheets right out of the dryer...who doesn't?).
Anyway, I take out my contacts and instantly become as blind as a bat. Trace calls me into the other room to...well, I actually can't remember, but it must have been for something good because I headed out of our bathroom at a full, fast walking pace. I can't see a darn thing, so I use my keen since of space and familiarity to guide me through the room. I turn the corner of our bed, take a step, and proceed to take another step and WHAM...my knee/shin collides full contact with that (explicit) wooden box. The collision results is a loud BOOM soud, followed by me mumbling "something" under my breath and grunting "Ahhhhhhhhhhhggggggg"....or something like it. I'm not going to lie...for a split second there I was mad at the box. The box that I put there.
That is where the above quote comes into play. Sometimes life throws "boxes" in our way. Something that we can't see coming, but we should know that it is there. Sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes things don't go our way. Sometimes I have bad days. But, maybe, just MAYBE, if I tried to hold my tongue and remain calm...I would be able to enjoy the comedic side of life more often. (Don't get me wrong, I EVENTUALLY laughed about me pile-drive kicking the crap out of the box...eventually.)
Therefore my new moto is: LEARN TO LAUGH (at the retarded things that I do)
Friday, November 21, 2008
Learn to Laugh...
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4 comments:
Taralee, you are so funny. Your story is a good one and something we can all learn to do better. Learn to Laugh is a good motto for me, too. I've tried to do that a lot during my life.
ha ha I loved this post! And that's a good reminder - learn to laugh. That sure makes life fun!
Your mother has gotten a lifetime of laughs out of my owies. So just learn to laugh - the other only alternative is to cry and get mad. Laugher is so much more contagious. I bet you remember where that chest is at. '
I saw Stefany Matkin at church today. She said you wanted her to babysit Brody Friday night. I told her she should have brought him along, but then I remembered he did the trip last week. Happy times! Dad
oh my goodness do i understand ya comletely on this one.
do you ever have a day where you stub your toe like four hundred times? i do. it kinda hurts.
heads up next time:)
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