I tried to laugh once and Karmic filth flooded my lungs with fluid from the pool as my brother tried to drown me. I tried to laugh again and my parents divorced and decided neither could love their children. I tried to laugh a third time and my father tried to kill me by shooting a gun at my head. It seemed laughing had gotten the best of me. I didn’t give up though. I kept trying to laugh and I married an abusive sociopath who only loved and laughed at himself. With this self-honored comedian I was blessed with two children at whom I loved and laughed at every day. I laughed so hard when I found the man of my dreams, my soulmate, the man who allowed us all to laugh again, and a man who carries my heart. I laughed every single day until Karma decided she hated me and stole my children away from me, one in death and the other with mental illness from having witnessed the death of his only sibling. I haven’t given up though. I laugh thinking about the good times with my children before Karma came along. I laugh at my husband’s funny jokes and his blunt honesty. I laugh because I know this is merely a journey that we are all expected to travel. I laugh at this journey of karmic b.s. that we must endure and conquer.