07/21/2020
I meet with three coaching colleagues every two weeks to converse about coaching and the issues of the day. One colleague asked, “What do you need during this time?” Another colleague responded, “I’m looking for laughter. It’s been a long time since I had a good belly laugh.” One may ask, “How can you think of laughter in the midst of a pandemic and racial unrest?” My thought is laughter is medicine for the heart, body, mind, and spirit.
Sometimes we need laughter in our darkest hours, which gives us hope and to see our humanity for what it is – I’m just the tiniest dot of star stuff in the universe.
My maternal grandfather Hach, who was a farmer, thoroughly enjoyed laughter. He was a delightful story teller. It didn’t matter that I’d heard the same story several times, I always laughed. It was the way he TOLD the story that made it humorous. And, he would laugh at its conclusion as if it was the first time. So, here is a humorous story that my grandfather told me many times.
One day a city slicker was driving in the country side. He noticed a farm boy standing in a cornfield leaning against the fence. The city slicker decided that he would have some fun with this farm boy. So, he pulled his car over to the side of the road, got out of the car and stood at the side of the road looking at the farm boy. The city slicker said to the farm boy, “Your corn looks kinda yellow.” “Yup,” said the farm boy, “my pop planted the yellow kind.” The city slicker thought this farm boy thinks he’s smart. So, he replied with, “Looks like you’re gonna get only half a crop!” “Yup,” said the farm boy, “the landlord gets the other half.” Now the city slicker was annoyed and decided to teach this farm boy a lesson. So, with a smirk on his face, he quipped, “Looks to me like there isn’t much difference between a farmer and a fool.” “Yup,” said the farm boy, “just the fence between us.” With that, the city slicker stomped off to his car and drove away.
I hope you got a belly laugh out of this. Take care, be well, be safe.