My sister, who lives in Germany, has an infectious laugh. Recently though, she hasn't laughed as much. Her husband is going through his second bout of cancer, and it has spread. I was talking to her the other day and I somehow managed to make her laugh. She said, "Oh, Mary, I wish you were here. You have a way with you that makes me laugh." She then said that she felt guilty laughing in a time as this. I told her that it was okay and that she can be strengthened at the same time to go through what she is experiencing. Oftentimes we are in a time when laughter has run out, and it is only when we can laugh that a renewed vigor and strength comes in. I pity the man/woman who cannot laugh.