Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
I recently stumbled across a story that helped me realize that I don’t say “Thank You” enough. I don’t men telling folks we appreciate something they did for us but rather thanking people like you for being part of my life.
I think we too often take friends and loved ones for granted. They are always there and it is when they are not that we realize just how important they are to our sense of wellbeing and happiness. Many of us seem to rush so fast through life that we fail let the folks along the way how important they are to us.
So to you my friends, family, past colleagues, healers and heroes, thanks for everything you have enriched my life.
Here is the story that helped me realize that I have not said “Thank You” often enough/
COURAGE to say Thank You
By Heather Lende
From Haines, Alaska
The other day my 80-year-old mother-in-law, Joanne, and I went to a birthday brunch for my friend Nancy, who just turned 53. There were a dozen other women friends gathered around the airy kitchen of one of those “well-appointed” newer homes, as Mimi would have said.
We ate and laughed and Nancy opened presents. At one point Nancy got serious, and asked for our attention. “We have known each other for a lot of years, and I am blessed to have such good friends,” she began. “We’ve been through a lot together: marriages, babies, teenagers, divorces, illnesses, deaths. Maybe it’s because I’m getting, well, older,” she said, laughing and taking off her reading glasses (in truth, she looks fabulous, not a day over 49), “but I really wanted to say how truly grateful I am to have my mom and Joanne here. You are both such a good example of women who have lived life well, and who continue to, even after losing your husbands and going through difficult times. You inspire me, and I think all of us. I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to let you know how much you mean to us.” (Or something very close; I couldn’t take notes on the napkin with everything suddenly so blurry.)
So this Thanksgiving, like every Thanksgiving, of course, I will give thanks for all my blessings, which no doubt are the same things you are grateful for—family, friends, food—but I will do so knowing that the people I love won’t be at the table forever. I will be so grateful for who is still here, and with any luck at all, that will give me the courage to be like Nancy, and tell them so.
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.
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Upon her engagement the exuberant young woman went to her mother and said, “I’ve found a man just like father!” Her mother replied, “So what do you want from me, sympathy?”
A congregant asked his Rabbi, “Rabbi, you’re a man of God. So why is it that you are always talking business when I, a businessman, am always talking about spiritual matters when I’m not at work?”
“You have discovered one of the principles of human nature,” the Rabbi replied.
“And what principle is that, Rabbi?”
“People like to discuss things they know nothing about.”
“Don’t worry… be happy.”
Ah, life’s mysteries.
A man is a person who, if a woman says, “Never mind, I’ll do it myself; lets her.
A woman is a person who, if she says to a man, “Never mind, I’ll do it myself,” and he lets her; gets mad.
A man is a person who, if a woman says to him, “Never mind, I’ll do it myself,” and he lets her and she get mad; says, “Now what are you mad about?”
A woman is a person who, if she says to a man, “Never mind, I’ll do it myself,” and he lets her and she get mad, and he says, “Now what are mad about?” says, “If you don’t know I’m not going to tell you.”
“The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible, and achieve it, generation after generation.”
Pearl S. Buck
The Reverend Billy Graham tells of a time early in his career when he arrived in a small town to preach a sermon. Wanting to mail a letter, he asked a young boy directions to the post office.
After being told the way by the lad, the Reverend Graham thanked him, adding: “If you’ll come to the Baptist church this evening, you can hear me telling everyone how to get to Heaven.
“I don’t think I’ll be there,” the boy said. “You don’t even know your way to the post office.”
“If you never did, you should.
These things are fun, and fun is good.”
Two rural church deacons who were having a sociable beer in the local tavern when they saw their minister drive by and take a good long look at their pickup trucks parked outside.
One deacon ducked down and said, “I hope the reverend didn’t see us or recognize my pickup.”
The other replied indifferently, “What difference does it make. God knows we’re in here… and he’s the only one who counts.”
The first deacon countered, “But God won’t tell my wife.”
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.
“You look sad, Fred, what’s the trouble,” asked Bill.
“But you’re always bragging that your wife is a pearl,” says Bill.
“She really is,” replies Fred. It’s the mother-of-pearl that’s giving me trouble!”
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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