I’m working today. The buses are not running. My employer made a decision that my manager could pick me up and get me a return ride from another house. And I have a job, which I’ve held for over 6 months. For that I am thankful.
But this is the first Thanksgiving Day I can remember that I was not sitting down with family. I’ve shed a tear or two on that.
Why is it so hard to celebrate the successes and so easy to see the hurts?