But laughter has it's limitations. It can't set broken bones or clear up infections or take x-rays or perform amputations.
If you're feeling down because reality bites, I can make you laugh. But if your whole country just collapsed and your eight year old daughter has been suffering from an untreated broken femur for a week, I can't help you because there's nothing funny about that. In fact, I can barely stand to think on it because one of my boys broke his femur when he was six and all the jokes in the world couldn't make that severe pain go away.
He needed medical attention. And thank goodness, he got it right away.
But, darnit, there are thousands of wounded Haitians who, after a week, are still waiting to get medical attention for their broken lives. I so wish I could magically ease their suffering, but I regret to say that sometimes air hugs and a bottle of Vicks just don't cut it.
Thank goodness there are skilled people who are willing to step up and lend a hand. People like my friend's brother, Craig, who served a mission in Haiti 20 years ago and has joined a team of doctors, two of which are former mission companions, to care for the sick and afflicted in Haiti.
He is writing letters home chronicling his experiences and they are fascinating. I have posted them over on my Dummies are People Too site. Click here to read.
On a lighter note, I have an assignment for you. A project, if you will--Project Dummy. In other words, I need a favor.
I need YOU, my friends, fans and followers, to help me describe the dummy. In one word. Or one sentence.
Imagine if you were giving a Eulogy for the dummy, or reading the back of a book cover or writing a query letter (wink wink). What would you say?
The only thing I can think of to say about the dummy is, "she's dumb." So my sister, who is brilliant, suggested I ask my loyal readers to do my dirty work for me.
So here I am, on my hands and knees, asking . . .
How would YOU describe ME (when I'm playing dumb)?
Mahalo in advance!