My thanks for the kind comments from “philosophyoflife” who enjoyed the story called Flying High with Fibromyalgics concerning the alleged comments made by pilots and crew on the Australian and New Zealand airways to brighten up the trips for the passengers.
I am glad to say we share the same sense of humour as he also really enjoyed the last funny comment.
According to my logic therefore we all need a little humour in our day, fibromite or ‘normal’. It is a bit like an apple a day keeping the doctor away, but without indigestion but a few laughs and giggles. Only trouble is it gives you wrinkles or laughter lines but who cares. They say you live longer if you laugh.
Dear Diane, who is severely disabled with fibromyalgia, thought she would brighten my day when she sent the following “true” story to me. Certainly it is very apt considering we are almost at Halloween….. a bit scary.
AN IRISH GHOST STORY
This story happened a while ago in Dublin, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it’s true.
John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a storm. The night was rolling on and no cars went by.
The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car
slowly coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door, only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn’t on!!
The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralyzed with terror, watched as
the hand repeatedly came through the window, but never touched or harmed him.
Soon after John saw the lights of a pub appear down the road. Gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to it. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just had.
A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying and… wasn’t drunk.
Suddenly, the door opened, and two other people walked in from the stormy night. They, like John, were also soaked and out of breathe. Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other…”Look Paddy… there’s that frigging idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it.”!!!!
There must be a moral in there somewhere. I hope John Bradford bought drinks all round after he recovered from his strange car ride.