Lots of big things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Freedom, good friends, and the fact that wrinkles don’t hurt. We have lots of big things to be “Thankful Four”. But how about the little things…things that should make us “Thankful Three?” For example, I’m “Thankful Three” for spreading chunky peanut butter on half a slice of rasin bread, and spooning some strawberry jam on the other half…folding it over, and licking the stuff that slips out of the crease. That small pocket knife on my key ring makes me “Thankful Three“. It has repaired an airplane, (sort of) opened a cold beer on a hot day, and picked a painful seed out from between a couple of back teeth. The solid sound a towel makes when I snap it at somebody’s rump makes me “Thankful Three.” How about thee ? Hast thou any “Thankful Three-s” that you can tell me about ? You can just add them to the “comments” box right here, or send them to Dick@DickSummer.com.
I”m Thankful Three for:
…being able to be here with my 3 grand kids and watch them grown, and help them grow into responsible adults
… my wonderful son-in-law who is in the Florida Air Guard, who works hard so that his wife, and I can both stay home with the kids
… my son, who is in the Air Force, protecting our country
… waking up each morning
… that my blessings way out number my problems
… that I know I am right where I need to be at this point in my life, and not matter what.. everything is alright now
a few more I thought of
… coffee
… chocolate!
… my electric blanket
Well here we are at sneaking up on the end of another year. Was it a good one, was it a bad one? That would depend on how you see it for one and what did happen.
The human animal has the ability to take a hit and come through the smoke with their head held high, but one the other hand we can ignore what is happening right in front of us.
It’s been a hard year, what with the economy and all but we can find the time and the resources to help others who need are greater than our own. The powers that be tend to turn a deaf ear to those of us of the Louie, Louie Generation.
But because they do we rise up and show them what we’re made of. A local radio station myself and Kitten listen to in the morning when we rise to meet a new day, were attempting to get 20 thousand pounds of food for a food pantry here on the Ilse of Long. They made the number because we of the Louie, Louie Generation dug down a little deeper and were able to give so those who couldn’t put food on their table, can have a Thanksgiving that they will remember.
I’m proud to say I’m part of that generation and have a warm fuzzy feeling that PEOPLE care. Like you Dick, like Lady Wonder Wench and we can not forget Big Louie, his own bad self, Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie Louie Generation and all the folks who found a way to make their dollars go a little more.
When we’re all warm and comfortable with our loved ones here and serving overseas we can remember that we reached out to help those who we will never meet and remembered the true meaning of this holiday.
I’m thankful for my wife and two adult children.
I’m thankful that I’m three years older than my father ever was.
Today, I saw the woman I took to her high school senior prom; I’m thankful that’s happened more than sixteen-thousand times.