On this ship of fools called Life, I am the comic. I entertain folks with funny stories to take their minds off their own problems. I am the strong one, who always manages to look on the bright side, see the light at the end of the tunnel, and all those other clichés. I am made of steel (literally if you count the metal plates and screws in both ankles).
Yet even steel will break if placed under enough stress, and this week, I snapped.
The tidal wave of trouble had been building for some time, and it gathered enough force to wash me overboard. I have cried an ocean of tears lately, and suddenly found myself drowning. I floundered, treading water, thinking I was brave. It wasn’t brave, it was arrogant. Arrogant to think that I didn’t need help. Arrogant to try to go it alone. Arrogant to exclude my friends.
So I cried out. I cried out and you threw me a buoy. You saved my life.
You shared your own problems, so that I could see that I was not alone. You told me I was worth saving, something I’d come to doubt. You offered assistance, you offered friendship, you offered hope.
I can not thank you enough.
Sometimes even comics have pain, in fact most comedy is born of pain. You gave me my smile back, and I can once again see the humor in things. And although Thanksgiving was last week, it was this week that I learned to be truly grateful.
Thank you.
And since this IS a humor blog, I’ll leave you with a joke, a smile and my warmest wishes. God bless.
The Threesome
A fella met an older woman at a bar last night.
She wasn’t bad for 50, they drank and talked a bit, then she asked if he’d ever had the ’sportsman’s double’, a mother and daughter 3-some?
He said no.
They drank a bit more, then she says that tonight was his lucky night.
They went back to her place.
She put the hall light on and shouted upstairs:
“Mom you still awake?”
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