Tuesday, November 11, 2014

A Man Without Mirth

Sandra Wilkins

 I’ve been thinking about a quote from Henry Ward Beecher, “A man without mirth is like a wagon without springs.  He is jolted disagreeably by every pebble in the road.”  Isn’t that the truth?  Do you have those kinds of people in your life?  I certainly do.  Nothing is good enough for them.  It’s either too hot or too cold, too soft or too hard.  Nothing can be just right.  Happiness seems to elude them. 

            To me, a life of mirth is more than cracking jokes or poking fun of yourself or others all the time.  After all, who wants to be around a person that can’t be taken seriously?  Life isn’t a laugh-fest.  People have to work, bills need to be paid and tragedies occur. 

            Personally, I don’t think either extreme of humanity is healthy or fun to be around.  But, seeing the bright side of things, giving others the benefit of the doubt, not assuming everyone else is out to get you and helping those who are less fortunate make the road of life more comfortable for everyone involved. 

            So, who’s with me?  Who wants to travel life’s bumpy byways with a smile on your face and a song in your heart?  To get us started, let me tell you a joke about two cannibals and a clown—naw, never mind, that one is liable to make you groan instead…I hope you can find some merriment in today.

 Sandra Wilkins is busy writing another series while home educating her two daughters.  Ada’s Heart, Rose’s Hope and Gwen’s Honor are her first three published wholesome historical romances.  Go to www.sandrawilkins.com to find out more about her and her books.  

1 comment:

  1. Love this post, Sandra. Would have to liked to hear about the two cannibals and the clown though. Let me start the joke sharing with a favorite of my grandson's when he was little and just starting to tell jokes: "Q: Why did the coach go to the bank? A: He wanted to get his quarterback."

    Okay, groan if you must, but it was really cute, told by a giggling three-year-old.