IJMC So Where's The Humor In That?

                 IJMC - So Where's The Humor In That?

Just a little reminder that the IJMC stands for International _Junk_ Mail 
Clearinghouse. Most of what is sent out tends to be humorous, but there's 
no requirement anywhere that says that. There's enough other humor lists 
out there; you're with the IJMC because we're a bit different (or so we'd 
like to think...). So keep that in mind when you read today's post and 
can't find the humor. And when you find the humor, and wonder what all 
that was that dave was driveling on about, well, check yourself into a 
good insane asylum. They're waiting for you.                        -dave


                           THE WINDOW

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One of them
was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain
the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The
other man had to spend all his time lying flat on his back. 

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families,
their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where
they had been on vacation and so on. And on every afternoon when the man
in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by
describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where
his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour
of the outside world. 

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man said. Ducks and
swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers
walked arm in arm amid flowers of every colour of the rainbow. Grand old
trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be
seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in
exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his
eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. 

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could picture it in his
mind as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: 

Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get
to see anything? 

It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at
first. But as the days passed by and he missed seeing more sights, his
envy eroded into resentment and it soon turned him sour. He began to brood
and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - that
thought now controlled his life. 

Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window
began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man
watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped
for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never
moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse
running. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, along
with the sound of breathing. Now there was only silence - deathly silence. 

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their
baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was
saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away - no hassle,
no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could
be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and
after making sure that he was comfortable, she left him alone. 

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first
look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all by himself. He
strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. 

It faced a blank wall. 


So, the moral of the story is : the pursuit of happiness is a matter of
choice. It is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It is
not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it
come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are the
things that make us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will
never find lasting joy. 

The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. Our minds are like
programs, awaiting for the code that will determine behaviour, like bank
vaults awaiting our deposits. If we regularly deposit positive,
encouraging, and uplifting thoughts; if we continue to bite our lips just
before we begin to grumble and complain; if we shoot down that seemingly
harmless negative thought as it germinates, you will find that there is
much to rejoice about. 

"The optimist sees the donut...the pessimist sees the hole.....but the
realist sees the calories." 


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