Going to it...

I guess when you grow up like I did...

where there is just one bad thing after another around each corner...

you learn how to kick your coping skills into high gear with little to no

thought process at all.
How exactly does this help you later on in life?

Does it?

I'm not saying I had a BAD life- my mother was amazing. She was the
ONLY thing good about being small. She still is.

She deflected all the bad with good, all of the dark with light, and all

of the tears with laughter.

I suppose that's why even now when something really terrible happens

I make a joke or struggle to keep from laughing.

It's my "go to" pilot.