As I was shopping for a few last minute items I forgot when I did my Thanksgiving shopping, the yams I selected shot through the bottom of the plastic bag and scattered all over the floor. As I bent to begin picking them up, a boy tore off a plastic bag and began gathering them up for me. When he finished, he set them in my cart, I thanked him profusely, and he hurried off to join his mother. The boy was probably somewhere around ten or twelve and I'd never seen him before. He had no way of knowing how much my knees hurt or that I'll soon be having surgery on them. I'm not only grateful for his act of kindness, but I'm thankful there are young people in this world who are growing up with kind hearts, the kind of future leaders my generation can safely trust with the responsibilities they will face as tomorrow's decision makers.
I've found myself thinking lately about Mrs. King, my third grade teacher who taught me something of the history of Thanksgiving. With big paper buckles on our shoes and pilgrim hats and bonnets on our heads or a feathered headband and beads, we sat down to a Thanksgiving feast of apples, raisins, and some kind of bread similar to fry bread. Even now I remember the song she taught us to sing before we began our feast.
Bless this house, O Lord we pray.
Keep it safe by night and day.
Bless these walls, so firm and stout,
Keeping want and hunger out.
I know, the song wouldn't be acceptable in today's classrooms, but I'm glad it was in mine.
I've talked all month, as have many of you, about those things, large and small, for which we are thankful. Today I'll only add my gratitude for good food, family to enjoy it with me, and a warm home to shelter us from the cold. May your day be as filled with warmth, good food, and love as mine.