Good Medicine = Seinfeld

Hello Seinfeld FANS:
Just wanted this group to know that sometimes when everything goes
wrong, a tape of any Seinfeld show either takes my mind off whatever
ails me, or perks me up if I'm down.
     This morning was a perfect example:  Our place would remind you of
Green Acres.  One of our Herford cows got caught in (can you imagine) an
electric fence.  Not being an early riser, and this being about 4:45a.m.
I surprised myself flying into action and dashing down to the shed to
unplug the fence.   When I ran back to help my husband get this poor
creature loose, I fell on the rough cold ground and hurting my hands
when I broke my fall.
     After freeing this 400 lb. calf, and giving it extra feed, calming
the poor critter, I came back into the house, all flushed, aching, and
trembling from the adrenalin rush.  I made some coffee, took some pain
pills, rewound the Seinfeld tape for the last syndicated show taped: The
Keys.
    I doubt if anything else could have calmed me down and cheered me up
as that show did.  Kramers (almost) monologue to George about his "wake
up call" was priceless.  I think I'll get it down on paper and post it.
     My question to any of you is this: Has Seinfeld ever been "good
medicine" for you or a friend in any shape or way??  If it has, I wish
you'd post it...and if there's a story to go along with it, I'll look
forward to reading it.
Mary Jo  the gentlewoman farmer

The Hermit wrote:

Isn't it great that simple things can work wonders?

Absolutely. Not just for physical pain, but for anything. One time I was really depressed about my parents (my father's verbally abusive and he and my mom are always fighting) and I turned on Seinfeld, and the whole world was just left behind. It's a really unqiue experience...never had anything else like that happen. When I was younger and I had to do anything that could be painful, my mom would turn on Seinfeld. And the rest of the world went right out the window. One time I didn't even feel a shot b/c I was laughing so hard. Long live Seinfeld! M. Alexander

What a nice story...I have a similar type of thing also...a few weeks ago, I had been going through a suicidal depression period for a few weeks before that, and then a friend returned my nine tapes of Seinfeld tapes, and I sat down and watched for over sic hours of some truly classic seinfeld and din't stop until I (litteraly) hurt! After that, I felt alot beter, and was able to carry on...I think we all owe Jerry Seinfeld, his incredible writing staff over the years, Larry David, and above all, the superb cast for making us laugh week after week for eight years...

Seinfeld is practically my cure / solution for depression. When I realised that my grandfather has passed away, I was completely shaken. It was the most devastating moment for me. I just lie on my bed and watched Seinfeld. It was the only thing that gave me some relief from the pain that I was experiencing. I could not imagine what it would be like without Seinfeld. I do hope that the show will never end.

MaryJo, what do you plan on doing with that cow? You better not have evil intentions.

"'Older, wiser' never applies to me." - Morrissey "If you hurt me I'll be angry and I'll grow up way too fast." - small factory

Hi "No Ask,"
     You have a perfect right to ask.  Well, I always told my husband,
"If you get beef cattle, I won't even try to become fond of them as it
would be (to me) like killing a pet for food.
     While my husband Tom raised the beefers, I raised some Holstein
calf heifers and sold them to dairies.  It was a lot of work and little
reward, and they aren't as easy to control as a dog, for example. So now
we just have beef cows.  I tried ignoring them, then it occurred to me
that these animals would have been raised somewhere for the same reason,
and we were giving them the best life possible.  Nothing was or is too
good for our cows.  We try to keep the insects away from them in the
summer, we have a shelter they can escape from bad weather in the winter
or cold rain.  I'll curry comb them whenever I get a chance...they love
the feeling of the rough curry across their body.
     We name them and they know their names.  They are comical to watch.
 They remind me of the Far Side Cartoons...you can almost caption what
it looks like they're thinking at all times.  I truly love all animals,
in fact, I love all living things except for biting insects.  I eat
meat, I'll admit.  I eat poultry as well, and we raise all our roaster
chickens...and I get the biggest kick out of the flock of White Cornish
Giant chicks we purchase each year.
     And my husband Tom and I feel so bad when we take any of the
animals to market and grieve for days.  We usually purchase our meat
(beef) because we still feel strange about eating our own.  But, it is
as simple as wanting to experience the raising of such beautiful
animals, and giving them the greatest life - though short lived - than
they could possibly get elsewhere.  I suppose it's just rationalization
on my part, but I've also thought, "These animals would not have been
born if we didn't need them for food."  (And, you know something else?
The meat is the BEST...and I think it's because they were well fed and
happy animals.)
     I know there are those who will read this and think, "How could
you!!"  Well, sometimes I ask myself the same question, then we'll go to
a livestock auction and see a little runt, dirty and neglected, and we
just cannot bear for someone else to take it and just treat it like a
"thing."  Or, Spring is just around the corner, and we'll see the chicks
at Agway, and I'm hooked on raising these little miracles another
season.  It is a dichotomy of thought that even I do not understand.
Mary Jo   the gentlewoman farmer