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ROUNDING THIRD: Look in my eyes to see my smile

John David Fay
Sentinel columnist
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Posted 1/8/23

It might be genetic, but I was born without a smile. Oh, I can laugh - and often do, but if you want to take a picture and ask me to smile for it, I’ll just look puzzled.

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ROUNDING THIRD: Look in my eyes to see my smile

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It might be genetic, but I was born without a smile. Oh, I can laugh - and often do, but if you want to take a picture and ask me to smile for it, I’ll just look puzzled.

I kind of look like a guy with something caught in his teeth. I’ve always been like this. If I try to give you a pre-packaged smile it just looks goofy and contrived.

There are many others like me. When you’re young, they brand you as moody or taciturn, and when you get old, you become the perfect curmudgeon, like Walter Matthau in The Odd Couple.

We get a bad reputation and get asked questions like, “Why do you always seem angry?” and “You’re a really serious person, aren’t you?”

“I’m not” and “no” — to those questions.

You can’t tell who or what a person is by looking at them any more than you can pick a wife from a catalog. One of our problems in America is that we make rash judgements about people and don’t take the time to know the truth. To know someone well, you must get past the façade that most of us have and find out what we really want.

Assumptions and pre-formed ideas are spreading this country farther and farther apart. We pre-cast people because of their politics, religion, jobs, friends, homes and a thousand other criteria.

As a previous poem said - I am not a Cheshire Cat and don’t always have a smile plastered on - but I am a happy person. Give me - and other old curmudgeons - a chance. Often, we’re just smiling inside.

Smile

If you want me to laugh then tell a good joke,

Don’t expect a smile ‘cause my smiler’s broke.

If you’re looking for one, you’re out of luck,

When they passed them out, I missed the truck.

You don’t need to smile to prove you’re happy,

When I try to do it, I just look sappy.

My lips don’t turn up like they should,

But I swear that I’d do it, if I could.

My heart is laughing a lot of the while,

If you look at my eyes, you’ll see my smile.

I can laugh ‘till the tears come trickling down,

But my lips still look like they’re trying to frown.

I love to watch people all the while

Cause my whole insides are bearing a smile.

I hope that some time it reaches my face,

So, they won’t they call me “stoic” like it’s a disgrace.

I’m a happy man but you wouldn’t know it,

Cause you look at my lips and they don’t show it.

Just listen a bit and you’ll hear my laughter,

When all’s said and done that’s what we’re all after! JDF

It’s the truth, folks. Laughter is what makes life worth living, along with a few other things. Without it, there’s a missing link. Not you, Eric. The other missing link!

Joke: Every evening at the game preserve in Africa, a pride of lions came to the watering hole and just stared. They didn’t try to catch anything - just stared straight ahead. Finally, an elephant came over and asked the leader what they were doing. The head-lion (Tsk) said, “Oh nothing much. We’re just waiting for the early evening gnus.”

Good advice:

• Try to make at least three people smile each day.

• Don’t take yourself seriously. No one else does.

• Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is about.

• Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.

• Drink green tea and lots of water and try to get some blueberries, broccoli and almonds. They’re good for you.

And with that - see ya! JDF

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