| Story ID: | 5284 |
| Written by: | Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Musings, Essays and Such |
| Location: | Caldwell Idaho USA |
| Year: | 2009 |
| Person: | Everyone |
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| Story ID: | 5284 |
| Written by: | Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Musings, Essays and Such |
| Location: | Caldwell Idaho USA |
| Year: | 2009 |
| Person: | Everyone |
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I sat on the deck and read. Occasionally, I put my book down to watch a bird explore a nearby tree. If there were no birds, I’d just stare off into the distance and let my thoughts drift – a quiet soothing. The still afternoon was shattered, as four or five young boys and girls ran down the street. They left wet foot prints on the pavement – obviously they’ve been playing in someone’s sprinkler system. Water dripped from their hair as they chased each other down the sidewalk and across the grass at the end of the cul-de-sac. Their laughter was contagious and I found myself chuckling as they romped around the field, like a litter of puppies exploring a new world. Unlike the roar of a jet or the blare of a car horn that destroys the piece, their laughter, although loud, is musical. They were happy children at play; not a care in the world. A few weeks later, Ginny and I sat in the shade of the fence in the backyard. My son and daughter-in-law watched their four kids play in the sprinklers. Ginny, still recuperating ten days after her appendectomy, sat in the chair beside me. I read a book. She watched her grandkids play. It was then I heard a sound I hadn’t heard in a while. I looked up. Ginny was laughing at something one of the kids did while I wasn’t watching. It wasn’t a chuckle. She doubled over, clutched her stomach, and roared with laughter. I watched her with wonder and smiled. It had been weeks since I last heard her laugh. The sickness her appendix caused in the weeks leading up to her operation and then the recovery afterward were hard on her. To hear her laughter again brought joy to my heart and soul. At that moment, I knew laughter is not only the best medicine; it’s an indicator of ones well being. Those without trouble laugh the loudest, and like the children in the street my girl was laughing again. Michael T. Smith |