One Grateful Heart
In a few days, our country will pause and say, “Thanks, Lord”.
There are so many things for which I am thankful to God.
There is simply no end to the many people, circumstances, and experiences to which I have been privileged to be a part.
Nevertheless, time, space, and attention spans compel brevity.
There is a lady of a gentle, kind, and tender heart who’s to blame for my ability to take several trips by jumbo jets that I could not afford. Several years ago,
during both a season of joy and of grief, she was there for me and my wife. I am thinking of her with much gratitude this thanksgiving season. Her name is Sherry.
I am recalling a man who several years ago gifted me with a touch of his kindness and love. I shall never forget his eyes and spirit staring into mine, leaving me no doubt that he believed in me at a time when I was low. I was experiencing a dark place after surviving a storm of life on a raging sea. I’m thinking of one who became to me a beacon in the night. He’s a dear friend. His name is Ken.
There is a dear lady who on several occasions heaped compliments and praises upon me that I did not deserve. She always made me feel so very special. She passed on 14 months ago and resides in heaven now. She was indeed a dear lady. Her name was Joelen.
More than 25 years ago, I sought far and wide without success to secure a loan to purchase a home. Finally, an elderly gentleman stepped forward as an investor with the down payment. His action enabled my wife and me to become proud homeowners. He was a stranger who took a chance on us. We lost touch with him some time ago, but I’m thinking of him this Thanksgiving Season. His name is Gary.
11012016 cj PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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