TANK FULL
Monday Oct. 8, 2018
Tanks eh …
Thanks for giving.
Thanks for giving me opportunity.
Much more to this day than thanking, or for giving, or for forgiving everyone who has never been grateful or grateful enough. Sometimes that person is me.
Another year, life wrung out of us a little more – so tell me, what are you thankful for?
I’m thankful as much for good things that came to pass as for those bad ones which didn’t. Sometimes pains, losses and mistakes we’ve avoided are almost sweeter than those big wins. Either way, we should be grateful for them and give thanks.
This occasion’s history is connected with the fall harvest, of being thankful for bounty.
Bounty doesn’t have to be a bulging pockets or massive investment portfolios or things. Bounty comes in other, and might I saw ‘far better’ forms. I don’t just mean delicious meals and basking in the after-glow. I mean someone who called, some who didn’t need to, but who wanted to. Someone who visited – not because of obligation but because of interest. Someone who stepped through a crowd to say hello, someone who said yes when they could have said no. Someone who smiled and stopped to chat v. someone who walked on by.
Young or old, rich or poor, famous or obscure – everybody gets this happening in our lives; we rush to win, to succeed, to survive, to thrive, to be biggest best bees in our hives.
Few things, regardless where we are headed or how ‘well’ we are travelling, matter more than gratitude – both giving and receiving.
To everyone who was kind to me this past year, thanks.
