Whitesburg KY

Better to smile than to frown

As we travel along the road to eternity, we meet all kinds of people. Some always greet you with a smile on their face, and some look as if they might have had green persimmons for breakfast.

I have the opinion that perhaps the ones with a scowl on their face actually practice the art of being a sourpuss. Then we have those who smile only on Sunday at church. The other six days they don’t know you much.

The Good Book says to love thy neighbor as thyself. So I guess they don’t love themselves. The Lord doesn’t want us to go around with our chin hanging down to our knees anyway.

There is one fellow I know who has the philosophy that I have, that it takes less muscles and energy to smile than it does to frown. He is one of a kind. He is honest and always cheerful. He is none other than Harvey Campbell, our Constable in district four. If you stay around him for a few minutes he will get a laugh out of you one way or another.

His father was that way too, and also his mother, although she has dealt with the public more years than I care to remember.

But I am sure that they won’t mind if I write about the Campbell family, because they are all good people. Many years ago, back in the ’80s, when I was running a mail route, I ran into quite a dilemma. On a Thursday morning, about 11 o’clock, my appendix decided that I didn’t need it any longer, and wanted out of my body.

I finished my route with a lot of pain, and my late brother drove me to the hospital. I felt every little bump in the road between Letcher and Whitesburg ARH. I was put into the ER, and they were getting me ready for the OR when they came in with Harvey. Lord, he was a mess with blood all over him, from the top of his head down to his toes.

He had a huge cut across the top of his head and the nurse asked him what had happened, and he said that a tree fell on him. Actually, he ran in the wrong direction when the tree began to fall and a small limb caught him on the top of his noggin.

The nurse asked him where it fell on him (meaning where the accident had happened), and he said, “Honey, it fell all over me!”

And believe me, he certainly looked the part. The doctor would work on Harvey awhile, and then check to make sure my appendix hadn’t ruptured. I was pretty much in misery and each time I laughed at Harvey’s rhetoric, my misery was magnified.

When they finally got Harvey cleaned up and sewed up, he looked over at me and said, “You watched them sew my head up, and now I’m going upstairs and watch them take your appendix out.

The nurse said, “Oh no you’re not, you’re going to Pikeville for a CAT-scan!” She thought he had had his marbles knocked loose when he got hit on the head. But I could have told her that Harvey’s marbles always had been loose.

Like I said, if you stay around Harvey for awhile, he will get a laugh out of you one way or another, because he has a wonderful sense of humor, and I am sure he will remember this incident.

And that’s all from the funny farm until next time.

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