Shakespeare wrote both comedies and tragedies. There were funny moments even in his saddest stories and vice versa. But, then, the best humour is black humour. If we can laugh about what makes us cry, we are half way to healing even the harshest reality.
Have you ever had someone ask you a pointed question for which you did not have a reasoned answer? Well, it happened to me last night.
We were watching American Idol on TV and I commented on one father who had displayed enthusiastic support and confidence in his contestant son, a very talented singer. I happened to remark that my father had that kind of faith in me too before he passed away when I was only 14 years of age. "No one ever believed that much in me I again," I half lamented.
"You had so much potential, Dick. With your abilities, you should have been a millionaire," responded a very biased Rosanne who then added: "Where did it all go wrong?"
Her out-of-the-blue, frank but honest comment resonated in my mind. I was stunned into silence. Try as I may, I could not come up with a rational answer. Some 12 hours later, I still do not have an answer. Wish I did!
I'm not sure if I want to laugh or cry over the irony.
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