On jury duty during pre-selection check-in, I sat on the front row in a room of approximately 400 people. After a while, a large, confident, African American woman in a judge’s robe walked in, took a seat behind the podium, and proceeded to take charge. In a booming voice she said, “Some of you think you shouldn’t be here. If you want to convince me of that, come on up here and try.” After processing the dare she issued, a long line formed, the action began, and I had the best seat in the house.
I had already listened to lots of excuses when a petite, demur woman cautiously approached her eminence. “Your honor, I can’t serve because I’m depressed.”
The judge raised up and leaned over the dais to get closer to her penitent, then yelled, “Honey, we all depressed! You gonna have to come up with somethin’ better than that!” The small woman wasn’t the only one shocked into a state change.
Although insensitive, she had a point. There weren’t many smiling faces in the room, and, granted, it must have been a very depressing job for her too, but her passion and authenticity brought a big smile to my face.
Sometimes, we just need the raw truth from someone, anyone, to shake us up a bit.
And, those of us who can take a break from ourselves long enough to laugh at life, will enjoy the ride.
“I have not seen anyone dying of laughter, but I know millions who are dying because they are not laughing.”
– Dr. Madan Kataria
Ask your doctor if laughter is right for you.