My Thanksgiving Day

Another Thanksgiving Day has passed. Again I was forced to bear witness to the hardships experienced by those less fortunate than myself. Therefore, I am thankful.

I am thankful that I don’t have to turn tricks to supply my heroin habit, or get beaten half to death in the process.

I am thankful that I don’t weigh six hundred pounds and need a special stretcher.

I am thankful that I don’t need Coumadin and that I know how to stop a nosebleed.

I am thankful that I don’t have to fake a seizure to get my family’s attention.

I am thankful that you listened to us when we said you needed to go to the hospital.

I am thankful that I know how and when to remove pacing pads.

I am thankful I didn’t break my leg in an embarrassing fall at Gramma’s.

I am thankful my children didn’t have fevers today.

I am thankful that I didn’t find my brother dead and alone in his apartment.

I am thankful to be alive and well enough to still help.