Our gorgeous morning quickly became a cloudy, drizzly day yesterday and the rainy weather will continue well into the weekend, but somehow it doesn’t really matter to us. We are very thankful for all our blessings: God, family, peaceful home, wonderful neighbors and church communities. The list goes on and on and we try never to forget what we have.
I’m thankful for all the trials and suffering in my life because of the person I have become as a result of my experiences. How can I understand the suffering of others if I’ve never suffered in my own life? It’s made me stronger. I’m a better person for it. Suffering helped me make a conscience decision to avoid imposing my own troubles on others. Easier said than done, sometimes I fail miserably, but still I persevere. One day I saw myself, bowed down and miserable, and vowed I would not be THAT person. You know. The one who walks into the room and everyone starts moving toward the exits, “Oh, no. It’s her again.”
I’m thankful for the sacrifices made by parents, grandparents, great-grandparents…all the way back to those ancestors who braved the trials and fears of travel across the Atlantic to come to the New World nearly four hundred years ago. They paved the way. They passed down their strength and determination to me and I wouldn’t be here if not for them. I don’t give up. I would never dishonor their memory. I’m a survivor. Not a victim.
May your Thanksgiving Day be as blessed as mine, may you be as thankful.
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