Then I had a thought while at work. Sitting one day at my desk in the Ministry, tucked away in the corner of a room called ‘Teacher Quality Office’, I stared at the Consumer Price Index for the Marshall Islands. The thought was, “Can this moment get any more boring?”
Suddenly the air in the room was sucked out the door (like when in a movie somebody shoots a hole in a flying plane). Not a moment later, the heartiest bellow of a laugh boomed out of a big lady out in the hallway. It was the healthiest laugh I ever heard. Must have taken all the air in the building to achieve that laugh.
But that wasn’t when it dawned on me that Marshallese folks love to laugh. Living for short periods of time in foreign countries is a challenge because I don’t understand what most people are saying. The conversations I’m not part of are in Marshallese, so when somebody laughs, hoots, giggles or even bellows a booming cacophony, I don’t understand why. That alone is reason enough to learn Marshallese!
That’s why it had to dawn on me slowly that it may be genetic that Marshallese people love to laugh. To learn, I had to hear it many times. And I’m glad to say I have.
Proof,
meant to be sung,
4 comments:
Boy could I use some of those laughs now. I was sitting having lunch at Thursday's last Friday(ha,ha)with 3 good buddies and had 2 0r 3 really good laughs that took care of all the week's hardships. Laughter is good for the soul !!
It really is. Sounds like you should make a new dinner date with those 3 buddies! This time go to Thursdays on Friday.
You mean Friday's on Thursday!!
Oops! Yeah!
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