You know, when I was probably 10 years old, my dad, his wife and I were walking out of the subway in Buenos Aires; and as usual, she fell behind… “literally.” My dad and I were probably 20 steps ahead talking about the shape of the clouds, when we heard “Antonio!” we turned around and there she was: flat on her back, at the subway’s entrance, on the floor (well, duh)
We started laughing so hard that we couldn’t move; people began to gather around her to help her get up and we just couldn’t stop laughing… In fact, we watched how people helped her out. 🤷🏻♀️
“And”, if I had have a smartphone, I’m pretty sure I would have done what Jon did: I would have documented it.
This is what good friends do, if you ask me.
Say you get into trouble but you get through, “on your own.” Wouldn’t you like to have a memory of how you did it? On a rainy day, wouldn’t you like to remember how strong you were, how strong you are? I would.
Just… try to hold the laughter. I can’t; I’m neurodivergent; I am brutally honest, I can’t lie and I laugh under the most weird circumstances; but, hey, maybe you can 😜