I have this laughing problem. I can get started laughing and just can’t quit. Sometimes I will wake up in the middle of the night laughing so hard I am crying. I had to warn Tom about it when we first got married. And then sometimes I’ll get started laughing at an inappropriate time, and it’s awful trying to get stopped. One time I was doing this big trial, and my friend Laurie was helping me edit because it was a medical case and a lot of crazy terms, and she wasn’t really used to my computer or my software, so this was fraught with potential for error. We’re going along good, I’m writing on my steno machine, and she’s editing. Then she taps me on the shoulder and points to the screen, and the letters have gotten smaller. She’s giving me the “What do I do” look, and I just try to quickly hit Escape and it does nothing. I’m still taking down the testimony, so I just turn back to the machine and keep pounding, and I can see her over there studying things, pushing this or that, and I’m trying to ignore the mayhem so I can concentrate.
Then I look over, and she’s done something to make it worse, and the type is now almost miniscule. She has her face up on the monitor trying to see it so she can still edit, and when I see that, I just lose it. The laughter begins to well up, and I’m trying to tamp it down, but she’s squinting and has her nose almost touching the screen, trying so hard to keep going while enduring this adversity, and it just hit me to the point I could not stop laughing. I’m gulping these giggles down, trying to get my face under control, but as she squints and studies this screen, it is almost more than I can take. The trial is continuing on, and these two court reporters are over here trying not to go crazy. It was a terrible moment – very unprofessional, and if anyone saw us, they’d surely be distracted. The harder I tried not to laugh, the more it welled up. It was awful!
Last night, I was reading this book, and Tom hadn’t come to bed yet, so I am alone, and just burst out laughing. I got so tickled by this exchange (I’ll share it below) that I could not stop laughing. I am laughing and laughing, crying, holding my stomach, and I just knew any minute Tom was going to come running in to see what in the world was wrong with me. One time when I woke up laughing in the night, he thought I was crying, and he was so concerned, then that made me laugh even more. I finally got myself under control, and you guys may read this and not even think it’s funny, but this morning, I was still getting joy out of just the belly laugh that changes the atmosphere in a room, changes your outlook on everything in life.
I hear people say the Christian life is nothing but a bunch of judgment and rules, but I’ve got to tell you, my experience has been just the opposite. There is nothing like a good friend to laugh with, who expresses joy with their very being! I think Christian people are some of the funniest people in the world, and they are so NOT filled with the hate and vitriol that you find in this world, especially lately. I hope you enjoy this segment here, but if you don’t, just mark it up to my craziness. And if you don’t feel much joy in your life, I would encourage you to seek a relationship with Jesus Christ. It puts everything into perspective and reduces the hardships of life to just that, a trial to go through, but not the end of the world. There is a hope and a peace and a joy that arrives the minute you ask Him into your heart!
This exchange occurs in the car after one brother (Carson) picks his brother Will up from the prison where he’s been paroled after serving time for murder. Carson had been in the Army, and it picks up where the criminal brother says, “You don’t have stripes on your shoulders. What happened?”
“My feet. The army nearly ran me to death, and my arches fell flatter than Susie Wilcox’ chest.” Susie was one of Carson’s old flames. After they broke up, she was the target for criticism. “How is Susie,” I said. “She married some old boy out on Barker’s Ridge. Probably met him at the dog track on one of the days she wasn’t running. Heard tell she had a big bunch of kids and got big.”
“How big,” I said, biting at his joke. “Not sure, but they say she’s supersize now. I swear, Will, that girl was so bucktoothed she could eat a cantaloupe through a picket fence. Every time I kissed her, it felt like I was getting a tonsillectomy.”
Nothing like a little redneck West Virginia humor! Enjoy your weekend! And remember, a life with Christ has lots of laughter!
My name is Teresa Evans. I am a wife to Tom, a retired Circuit Judge, and I am a court reporter by trade, a mother by God's grace and a lover of Jesus Christ. I've grown up in a family blessed with many miracles, and have received multiple miracles myself.