Hey. You. Thanks.

Thank you for being there for me when things have gone wrong. Thanks for being there when everything was fine.

Thank you for being a good Christian. Thank you for being a good Muslim. A good Orthodox Jew, a Catholic, a Buddhist, an Atheist, or just for being you.

Thank you for teaching the children right from wrong.

Thanks for being a good human being today, from whatever country or nationality you hail. Goodness knows no borders. The first day of thanks certainly knew none.

The first day of thanks was a coming together. The native populace of the land that would be called America, and travelers from abroad, faced a harsh winter together. Together, they endured. Later, the celebration of survival became a celebration of victory, as the newly-crested United States of America gave thanks for overcoming British rule. George Washington made it a national holiday. Abraham Lincoln made it the last Thursday in November. Congress made it legal in 1941.


The name itself, broken down, means “giving thanks.” Being grateful.

Modern life is so much easier than native life. Colonial life. Industrial life. We are less war-torn, and there is more bounty, in modern life. We have much to be grateful for, you and I.

Off the top of my head, I am grateful for my wife, currently dressing the turkey.

I am grateful for my beautiful children, though they are but dogs to some.

I am grateful for my wife’s mother, who lives with us, and is scolding the children in the other room. Ludo must be biting Moxie’s face. He does that.

Above my head, a roof. A good one; I appreciate it greatly. I have a good job, a great family to work for, whom I adore and who adore me. They told me so, yesterday, as I left work (early and ill).

I’m grateful today that I feel (slightly) better than yesterday.

I am grateful to be living in a free country. I’m fearful that these freedoms are being challenged by authoritative forces, but I am grateful that there is so much resistance to tyranny in America still.

I am especially grateful for the fresh orange-cranberry muffins my wife just set next to me on a plate.

“Brain food,” she says.

I am thankful this particular bug I’ve caught doesn’t affect my appetite. The muffins are gone already.

I just wanted to take a moment, today, and say something. Thank you. I am grateful to all of you who read my words, and encourage me to write more of them.

I am so thankful that I can.

Have an incredible Thanksgiving day, my friends, and remember to give thanks for all you have, all you love, all you are, and all you still shall be.

After all, that is what today is truly all about.

So, really.


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