My friend Dawn and I were on Skype together last night, making a scene at Detroit Metro Airport; she in Holland, MI and me in Terminal A of DTW. We were howling out loud online about the time she fell in the mud on a rainy Sunday morning in her brand new black Kasper suit. It was (both the mud escapade AND the recall last night) a bonding moment! To this day, I laugh crazily when I think of her laying and wallowing in that mud. And I, overcome with surprise, was completely helpless!
I was immobilized with laughter. It was as if I was shot with a stun gun. I could not help her get up. Every time I'd grab her hand, I collapsed in a crazed state. Overwhelmed with how shocking it is to be so out of control with hysteria, I pray for more of these immovable, gripping and healing joy spurts.
Think back. Do you have a dose of your own laughing story to tell? If you don't, join me sometime on a trip somewhere. I'm sure something hilarious will happen. It's contagious...therapeutic...and a great anti-depressant. And if you cry and laugh and need to go to the bathroom all at the same time, plus can't get your breath during it all - you're on the right road. You've been mud-sized.