a friendd of mine named Gene told me a story about when he was a child...

he had an illness... something to do with his lungs.... it was such a serious matter that he was made to lay in bed for about six weeks...

normally he roamed the woods on the rear property... chasing squirrels, climbing trees.. watching bugs and such..

so to have to lay COMPLETELEY still for this long was a challenge...

he was not allowed to move until the healing was at a more developed stage....

nurses were required to turn the pages of the book if he wanted to read... he didn't care for that so he didn't read... just lay completely still for hours on end... day after day... week after week...

he wasn't allowed to laugh... it would year the healing loose...

he told me: "there ain't a thing in this life that's funny... not a thing in this world to laugh about... that doesn't in some way cause something, some type of harm...

but he could smile...

best wishes all ...