A while back an individual posted online that I needed medical
help, based solely on my blog picture viewed on their mobile device. Pretty
insightful. So I immediately headed to the ER for help. The staff was
waiting for me; since the government now reads all posts and follows everyone with drones, I was rushed
into a state of the art diagnostic suite where I was subjected to a battery of
tests of which I just received the results, in a tweet, Snapchat and Instagram.
My prognosis: first, I am terminal. They determined I am
going to die, they just don’t know when or of what, but it is a certainty. Bummer.
However there was good news, my levels of D.T.Y.T.S. are all exceedingly high for a
man my age. (You know, D.T.Y.T.S.: Don’t Take Yourself Too Seriously).
So, a prescription was forwarded, by e-mail that I just filled at
Walmart. The directions read: Laugh at yourself everyday for you are the
funniest person you know. Every time you walk into a room and forget why
you
are there, laugh. When the coffee cup, eyeglass, car keys gremlin moves
them
from the last place you are certain you left them, laugh. When you find
yourself opening the glass doors in the frozen food aisle to “see” what
is on
the shelves, laugh. When you find yourself waiting for the light to
change at a
stop sign, laugh. And most importantly laugh when some know nothing
self-important chucklehead chooses to point out your shortcomings and
character
defects uninvited. And then say a silent prayer for them
© Vincent Lee Jones Living In Spirit
All Rights Reserved
Miracles Of Recovery, The Secret,
Wayne Dyer, Recovery, Addiction, Zen, Emmet Fox, Opioids, Four Agreements,
Chopra, Heroin, Einstein, AA, Healing Path, Law Of Attraction