Thankful
A few days
ago, I spent most of the day around a bunch of children. Since it was so close to Thanksgiving, I decided
to ask them what they were thankful for.
For the most part I got the usual answers – this toy or that, sometimes
mom or dad. One boy said he was glad his
brother wasn’t hogging the toys anymore.
Uhm, okay. Then there was this
one little girl. She said she was thankful
her dog didn’t get upset no matter how hard it was squeezed. She then told me about the night of the storm
and how the dog didn’t seem to mind even when the tree fell into the
house. “I even pulled some of his fur
out.” She informed me, looking quite
upset by that fact. Oh my, this needed
some follow-up as I was unsure if it was a real dog or a stuff animal and if everyone
in her family was fine. So, I asked if
everyone was okay now. Turns out, the
dog was real, she and he were now living with her grandmother while her parents
tried to repair their home damaged in the hurricane. However, it didn’t sound like this family had
much left property and stuff wise. Grandma
explained some of the story to me when she realized what we were talking about.
We so often forget to be thankful for
the smallest of things. What are you
thankful for? The big discount on that
TV you’ve been eyeing? Or is it the love
of your dog who’s there for you even on your worst days? ‘Count your blessings, name them one by one’…
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