Last Friday, I was attacked by two boxers who live down the road. They pinned me up against the door of my house and bit me on the leg. My Pastor's wife answered to my call for help. I was telling her the story, opened the front door, to show her the glass door behind it, only to find both boxers sitting right in front of my door, staring at me!!! It scared the crap out of me and I was terrorized as I yelled, "The Boxers!!!", slammed the door shut, mumbling, "Just like Nightmare on elm street, everywhere I look, there are the Boxers!"
My dear comforter, the Pastor's wife, was laughing histerically with tears running down her face when she reached out for me, saying, "You should have seen the look on your face!!!"
We both laughed very hard and it sure did heal my physical as well as terroristic pain I had been experiencing!
Yes, laughter is the best medicine!!!