Thank God for Cold Food

With Thanksgiving only a week away, I want to take a few minutes to reflect on what the holiday means to me. This year, as my family and I go around the table sharing what each of us is thankful for, I hope to share my sincere gratitude for the many people in my life who mean so much to me. I have so many thoughts to share, I pray my food gets cold by the time we say our prayer of thanksgiving.

To make this blog a short story rather than a novel, I trimmed my list of people, places, things, and ideas to people only. Yes, I am grateful for my home, my tiny house on wheels, and my bicycles. I live in a safe neighborhood in a free country with hundreds of state and national parks to visit. My pantry and refrigerator are full, but my relationships fill me with what matters most. I’m thankful for more than I could write in a 500-page loose-leaf notebook, but I will start with my parents . . . and their parents . . . and theirs. For without them, I would not be alive to write this list.

Now that I think about it, though, without you, I may not have seen the need to even write a list. So, maybe I should say, I am most thankful to you. Or maybe my gratitude should go toward my college professors who required so many essays. Or perhaps my thanks should go to my third and fourth-grade teachers who inspired me to write. Or should my debt of gratitude go to my siblings, and my kindergarten, first and second-grade teachers who instilled the love of reading in me? Now, I cannot forget the doctor who delivered me into this world. Maybe he should get the biggest praise. Or perhaps my thanks should go to . . .

Well, how about we have an understanding that I wrote this list in no particular order, no order of hierarchy, no order of importance? I am thankful to everyone on this list. So here goes.

I am thankful for:

  • my siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and friends
  • people who make me think, and those who challenge me to be better
  • the friends and family who allow me to driveway park my tiny house
  • writers and podcasters who go before me
  • the friends I have met while traveling
  • neighbors who stay in touch even when I’m traveling
  • writers, readers, editors, publishers, and everyone else in the world of the written word
  • my friends and family members who review my rough drafts
  • the guys who change my oil
  • people who scan and bag my groceries
  • former coworkers, teammates, and classmates
  • my friends who have helped me create my website and start my blogs
  • the employees at the dollar store who help me find impossible-to-find items
  • bosses, business owners, entrepreneurs, and hard-working employees
  • my students, teachers, professors, coaches, and mentors
  • mechanics, trash collectors, carpenters, bricklayers, and road construction workers
  • chiropractors, dentists, therapists, doctors, nurses, and technicians
  • scientists, plumbers, electricians, repairmen, and painters
  • politicians, lawyers, bankers, and accountants
  • farmers, artists, athletes, and entertainers
  • military personnel, firefighters, EMTs, dispatchers, and police officers
  • white collars and blue collars who hold this country together
  • Instagram and Facebook friends
  • people of Calhoun and Adairsville, Georgia, who have embraced me as one of their own
  • and you who are reading this blog. I cannot express how much your support means to me.

Thank you for honoring me with your readership. I hope you, too, have much to be thankful for. May each of you be blessed with an abundance of cold food this Thanksgiving.

I would love to hear who or what you are thankful for this year. Please comment below.