I like the fact that though my wife and I had a stressful Friday Saturday, we handled it the vast majority of the time (who makes it to 100%) it with a sense of humor and did not take the frustration out on each other.
Now, genuine laughter is healing. Fake laughter is not. In fact, it can be anti-healing. Laughter laced with cruelty is, of course, not healing.
My wife and I were lost for hours during a medical trip to Greenville, SC. It was cold and rainy and then grew dark. The Friday night rush hour traffic was speeding around us, and we are not that familiar with this city. Somehow, we managed to joke with each other about the situation instead of lashing out at each other. Laughter, in this instance, was a Godsend.
We also must have our Guardian Angels with us on this trip, because we could have had a wreck several times but managed to avoid it.
Humor can provide a tremendous release, as can crying, of course. Suddenly, Robin Williams comes to mind. It was a great loss when he committed suicide. He, and other great comedians, reveal the truth in a situation without shoving it down our throats.
I also thought of Bob Newhart, and Linda’s Uncle Don. Slapstick comedy usually does not make me laugh. When there is a laugh track, it simply turns me off. Spontaneous laughter is great, while canned laughter is the opposite.
Laughter can be so healing, and can signal a significant growth-step.