Life moves fast. That statement’s probably right up there with water is wet, Mark Hardt is loud and Dr. Phil always takes the woman’s side, but it’s a stone-cold fact.
Life does move fast, and we often bog ourselves down with so many of the more unpleasant things we must face on a day-to-day basis that we lose sight, or take for granted, the things we truly have to be thankful for in our individual lives. Yes, the good things might be noticed to some extent, but they’re quickly pushed to the side so we can really get down to the business of complaining about things that have happened, or worrying about the impending doom we’re soon going to face.
Therein lies the beauty of Thanksgiving.
For one day a year we are forced to reflect on the things we are grateful for, those elements of our lives that make things a little more bearable and, quite often, provide us the sanity to face the inevitable avalanche of negatives cascading down upon us at any given time. In the spirit of the holiday, I’ve decided to take stock of my own life and reflect on the things of which I’m most thankful.
For instance, I’m thankful for that guy in the baseball hat who walks his beagle near Bethany Bay every day. It might seem like a small gesture, but he waves every morning when I drive past him to go to work, and it always brings a smile.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to work with Sam Harvey, M. Patricia Titus, John Denny, Bob Bertram, Shaun Lambert, Ruslana Lambert, Jane Johnson, Monica Fleming, Carolyn Fitz and Susan Argo. A more talented group of individuals I’ve never met, and I’m proud to include each of them amongst my friends.
I’m also thankful that they all have little quirks I can readily pounce on when needed.
I’m thankful for my parents. Though I fear my father’s not joking when he says he’s only being nice to me so I take care of him when he’s older, and I fear my mother’s ... well, I flat-out fear my mother. Hey, you would, too. This is a woman who spends a good amount of her time creating substitutes for swear words and has historically greeted sobs with, “Do you want me to give you something to cry about?”. By the way, why would anybody even ask that question? Nobody could ever possibly answer that they would indeed like something to cry about ...
But I digress.
I’m thankful for Dave and Beth Long. Good friends, great people.
I’m thankful for Heather Wiles and Christina Weaver, who come to our rescue whenever we need them.
I’m thankful for my grandparents who will be hosting my family for Thanksgiving this year in Cape Cod, though I can’t get away to attend. And I’m thankful for Kate, Randy, Chelsea and Karli opening a seat at their dinner table for me so we can still enjoy a family holiday.
I’m thankful for Pamela Anderson and the “Pause” button on my DVD player. Trust me, those two things are very much connected.
I’m thankful for the troops doing their thing in Afghanistan, Iraq and other places around the world. Extremely thankful.
I’m thankful for reality television like “Survivor,” “The Bachelor” and the United States Congress. There is no better deterrent against abhorant behavior to show our children than these public platforms of the inane.
I’m thankful for the efforts of the people in this community in terms of raising money, food, supplies and energy for those in the Gulf affected by hurricanes. Let me amend that. I’m thankful for the people of this community.
I’m thankful for Jamie Price. Thanks for the smiles.
I’m thankful for my sister, her husband and her two beautiful sons. Actually, I’m really thankful for her husband. I kind of always assumed she’d grow old, surround herself with 783 cats and name her floor lamp so she’d have someone to talk to at night — and I assumed the floor lamp and those cats would be in my basement.
I’m incredibly thankful for the support of our readers and advertisers, who have helped us grow and become more ingrained in this wonderful community.
I’m thankful that I don’t have to worry about making travel arrangements to see my Baltimore Ravens play in this year’s Super Bowl. Between cancelling those plans and my intent to see the Orioles play in this year’s World Series, I’ve really shaken loose a lot of free time.
I’m thankful that I have a sense of humor about those disgusting piece-of-filth teams I root for and ...
Oh, wait. I already digressed.
I’m thankful for Susan and Andy Lyons. A simple newspaper editor could never ask for a better business partner or publisher, and no man could ask for better friends than I have in this couple. Thank you for all you’ve meant to me, and for the promise of our future together.