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Brain Boy: Day 21: Not So Random Thoughts

I am a lucky guy.

This experience is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I know that sounds bizarre  ... but it has forced me to slow down and examine my life. I get so busy "living and working" that I miss the part that gives it meaning.

Sometimes it takes a dramatic series of events to realize how precious my life, my family and my friends are. I'm not exactly Jimmy Stewart's George Bailey but lately I've felt like him ... with the outpouring of support I've received from so many wonderful people.

I've had those wake up calls in the past: Losing my brother to cancer, working at All Children's Hospital and going to funerals of very special kids, and previous close calls in my own life. But this is different. I think it's a combination of getting older and the realization that I don't get replays or rehearsals .. it's here and then it's gone.

My way of dealing with serious issues has aways been with humor. Some of it is because I like to stay positive and sometimes  ... well ...  how many of you have had this conversation?

"Hi Stanley. How's it going?"  

'"Well, the truth is that I haven't been too happy at work, my wife and I are talking about a separation, I have discovered Buddhism, started a new Steven King book ..."

"Really (looking at his watch)...",

"My last blood test was not too positive ..."

"Hmmm (staring at a passerby) that's good ,,,"

"Actually I'm dying of cancer."

"Well, That's very interesting Stanley.  Listen ... sorry to bolt but I have to pick up the kids. It was great catching up."

Truth is I will always use humor whether or not people understand it. It's just in my nature.

My kids kid me all the time ... and usually introduce me to their friends like this: "This is my dad. Now he really is a great guy (whispering) a little weird sense of humor, at times ... but he's really a great guy."

I immediately say something inappropriate ... never insulting ... and usually win them over.

Oh ... I almost forgot. My head shrunk and the hat fits. It's the little things ... you know?


Ken Banks said…
Joel: Remember "It all Goes Back in the Box" and don't ever ever lose your sense of humor. You mishuganah you!

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