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There are neighbors. Like family, we didn’t really pick them. Sometimes, they’re great. Sometimes, they’re not. At this time, think about the good ones. The ones who step up when you need a hand in the garden or a night out. They make life better.
There are coworkers. We spend more of our waking hours with these people than anyone else. We might not have picked them, but we try to live with them, and in some cases become close friends. We adore their baby photos, buy their sports-team raffle tickets and occasionally buy them lunch.
There are those with whom we worship. Regardless of the affiliation, there’s something soothing and rewarding about spending time with spiritual kin. They remind us that we’re not alone. And often they offer a hand in a time of need.
There are all the other people we encounter in our day-to-day passage on this planet. The woman in the restaurant who always has a smile. The barber who remembers your name and how you like it cut. The delivery person who carries that package up the stairs. The school-bus driver who would hot think of letting your child stand out in the cold for an extra minute. The Meals on Wheels driver who brightens a day. The gas station guy who asks if he can check your oil even if you’re at the self pump. The fellow you see every year ringing the bell at the Salvation Army kettle. The driver who slowed down to let you in. The people who remember that they live in a community and act accordingly. That person you talk with, say, about once a year but makes it clear that your call is important.
All of that is a reason to give thanks in the coming days. And maybe a time or two after that.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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