Wonder Wench Writes

I remember that basketball game, big time.  They didn’t just lose to those humongous Boston Patriots … they got clobbered.  But on the bus going home, they cheered up because they were still alive.

 I know people who … understand cheer up very well…one of my brothers in law… who mangled his chin falling off his bike and the embarrassed grin in his voice when he us told about it.  He said cheer up ‘cause he wasn’t badly hurt.  Yep … I sent a cheer up to his wife, Beth, at least he can’t talk much now …

 And there’s our next door neighbor-friend Randy who may have lost his job unless someone buys the company… but he giggled like a kid over the toys he and his wife Bernadette bought my Louie-Louie Lad and said, “Cheer up,” with his sweet smile. He won’t let anything get in his way while taking care of Bernie and his kids Emmie and Joe.

 “Cheer up” isn’t exactly a panacea for all the ills in the world … and boy, do we have some of those … but it makes you stop and think for just that moment and then you can grin at Big Louie and thumb your nose at those who won’t cheer up …

One Response to “Wonder Wench Writes”

  1. Michael Tearson says:

    i have battled depression most of my life. sometimes when you are really at it and trying to cope and someone says, “Cheer up!” it just makes things worse. like it’s easy to just slough off those blues. sometimes it just gets so frustrating. wish it were easier, but not everybody is wired so it is.