Humor: A Path toward Healing
Humor has long been recognized for its healing power, both physically and emotionally. Laughter and humor can help to reduce stress, anxiety, and depression, and can even have physical benefits such as lowering blood pressure and boosting the immune system.
One of the primary ways that humor helps to heal is by providing a sense of perspective and helping people to see their problems in a different light. Humor can help to diffuse tension and make difficult situations more manageable, and can also help people to connect with others and feel less isolated.
In addition to its emotional and social benefits, humor also has physical benefits. When we laugh, our bodies release endorphins, which are natural painkillers that can help to reduce physical pain and boost our overall sense of well-being.
Overall, humor can be a powerful tool for healing and can help people to cope with a wide range of challenges, from everyday stressors to more serious health conditions.
Joe: “The ten of clubs.”
Joe: “Sorry, my mind was playing tricks.”
“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. Please remember that your difficulties do not define you.
They simply strengthen your ability to overcome.
You can live in the past, or you can live in the present but you cannot live in both. Living takes place in the present with an eye toward tomorrow. Be grateful for what was and move on. Life calls us to live and enjoy the moment, to continually grow, and learn from every experience.
Next time you open the fridge and stare into it wondering what looks good to eat grab hold of feel good. Feel Good is something we give to ourselves each time we smile a big smile, ear to ear. We give it to ourselves each time we do a kindness. We give it to ourselves each time we let go of a past hurt. C’mon, widen that smile, you’ve got a beautiful smile and the world is waiting for it. Each time you smile you let others know love is around.6
“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke—
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”