I recently met an 88 year-old survivor of the holocaust. This person survived four different extermination camps as a teenager. The only surviving member of his family. And a cancer survivor as well.
It makes me realize that nothing that could happen to me could even remotely approach the suffering this person faced in their lifetime. And he still smiled and joked with me.
“Humor is what keeps me going.” he said. I shared my favorite joke. He had already heard it, but that was okay, we still laughed together. I didn’t cry until I got home.
Great story. Just wanted to let you know I’m back under a different alias.