A few funny things have happened on the way to vision loss. So, pull up a chair and prepare for a good laugh! It’s better than medicine.

I have always liked really tall hair. You know the old theory, “the taller the hair, the closer to God.” And, since I’m short, I have to work extra-hard to get “tall” hair. My habit has always been to spray my hair with hairspray the last thing before heading out for the day.

One day I was running late, so I hurried into the bathroom, grabbed the can off the counter and gave my hair a good shellacking. Everything was fine until … I heard Scrubbing Bubbles action going to work all over my head. That’s when I realized I’d grabbed the wrong can off the counter.

I have two pieces of good news, should this ever happen to you. First, it won’t cause lasting damage. And second, you’ll be soap-scum free for months!

I also recall the day I applied my make-up then had to start over. I realized I had outlined my eyes with a mauve lip pencil and my lips with a teal eye pencil. Imagine that! Another day, I went out to get in the car with a friend and found I still had big pink Velcro curlers in my hair. Then there was the time I actually made it to the mall with a curler in my hair. Imagine my chagrin when a young girl stopped me to tell me what I’d done. Any attempt I made that day to be dressed to kill wound up dressed to bewilder.

I’ve always been wired to look at the funnier side of life. I have often gravitated to people and things that made me laugh. I married one of the funniest guys I’d ever met, and we still love seeing life on the lighter side.

Even in vision loss, laughing releases the pressure valve. When I can laugh at myself, the tension and stress of messing up doesn’t matter as much. Life is too short to take it so seriously. So find a friend, go out for a grande latte, and have a good laugh!

She is clothed with strength and dignity;
She can laugh at the days to come.
Proverbs 31:25 NIV