It's eight days after Thanksgiving. Perhaps you're now sick of turkey until 2021 or that pumpkin pie miraculously has one more slice with your name on it. More and more decorations are accenting the houses and yards in our neighborhood. It feels as if mid-November through New Years could be one combined holiday called Thankmaseve.
Just as chocolate on February 14th or May roses for mom are tokens of a love that transcends those special days, Thanksgiving also invites us to magnify an attitude that is, at heart, a fundamental choice: to see the good and right every day- March as well as November.
Yes, things go wrong and people die (especially this year) and there are tragedies aplenty- some of which are avoidable. But it's our decision to name and voice at least some of the hundreds of positive things that happen daily rather than nurse the festering wounds of what is going wrong, what can't be fixed or what is beyond our control. It's no surprise that grateful people are happy people. On the other hand, those who see the glass half-empty are never content.
It reminds me of an old joke about a doting granny who takes her eight-year-old grandson to the beach. A giant wave comes crashing in and sweeps the little boy out to sea. She looks up at the heavens and pleads, "God, please. He's my only grandson. I love him more than life itself. Please, bring him back to me." Suddenly, the waters part as if they were the Red Sea. A ray of light shines from the sky. She sees a golden dolphin heading toward the shore with little Jimmy on his back. The dolphin gently places her grandson on the beach, then swims away toward a beautiful rainbow. The old woman looks at her grandson, gazes around the beach and finally raises her eyes to God and exclaims, "He had a hat." 🤣