As a comedian, I have experienced many types of laughter. The way a person laughs can be as individual as a fingerprint. Haven’t you ever been sitting in a dark theater or showroom, heard that laugh and thought . . . “I know that person! Nobody else laughs like that!”
I love all laughter, except for that dishonest laugh/smile combination someone makes where you know that behind it is masked anger. Easier to laugh than to punch someone who just upset you. I’ve used this laugh myself. Still don’t like it.
I enjoy hearing a belly laugh. You have to hold your stomach or risk losing an organ or two. I love the mule chortle, where the person only makes noise as they inhale. Then, there’s the ouzi laugh that’s rythmic and quick! There’s the Santa Claus laugh where a big person (politically correct) yells Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho! I am mesmerized by the silent laugh where I see the top of someone’s head laid on the table as they pound their fist on it. Eventually, they have to come up for air. Great response. I love the high shrill wail of someone who stays up for air, head back, eyes closed.
Best laughs ever– 1.) Children . . . all of them. Innocent, unique, happy. 2.) Had a woman in Pennslyvania laugh so hard she threw up! (sober). Great night for a comic.
Second Sunrise
Chances. How many have you had? How many have you taken? How many will you get? I think of all the times in my life when I could have been busted but wasn’t. Oh sure, I’ve been to jail. I’ve been to Court . . . Lotsa times! But the highest price I’ve had to pay for anything is the cost of not being caught. It was like putting a cement block on the back of my neck. Unbearable to have to carry the thought of it . . . any “it”.
Along with the conscience carrying too much, there’s the slippery notion that “Hey, I could do that again! Until you prove it to me otherwise, it’s still an option. Very scarey! But that’s how I think.
The healing comes with knowing that God only gives you what you can handle. That there was a reason you just made it into sanctuary before the street exploded behind you!! The Reason? Another chance. This one counts. It’s a gift to be passed on to someone who will appreciate the information. Some of us never get a second chance. Big question about chances is this: How many do you need? I think I’ll take this one and run!!