Red Skeleton, a clown for decades experienced tragedies in life, one when his young son died of leukemia. But he always returned to the stage. And before he died, he said that if he’d made people laugh, his life had been worthwhile
Years ago I told this story. A Russian member of the Russian Ski patrol arrived home after several months on duty. A TV interviewer asked, “What do you do first after being away so long?” He replied, “I make love to my wife”. “Yes, but what do you do next?” “I make love to my wife again”. Frustrated, the interviewer continued, “but then what do you do?” “Oh, I take off my skis”.
Then, another famous skier boasted, “I’m so fast on the ski hill that I could make love on the way down and still win the race”.
At this point readers may be saying, “Gifford-Jones, if you plan to change careers and become a comedian, don’t sell the farm”!! I won’t, but we desperately need laughter these days. And it’s always been good medicine.