Though a bit late this year (it is Wednesday before Thanksgiving), I am back to write my annual Thanksgiving post… my love affair with the feeling and emotion of Thanksgiving cannot be broken. I sit here in the waiting room at the surgery center where my wife is having her right big PIP joint shaved down, and I am supposed to be “doing real work”, but instead have decided to work on this!
I have taken my family away for Thanksgiving five of the last six years. Last year was the first that we stayed home, some of you will recall, it was because we were pouring everything we had into the preparation of the office. Into the process that would drive us down to the last few days in order to get our CO and open up the new HealthSprout. On Fleck, was how one patient referred to it. For me, it is the first step, in several steps to leverage the hard work of 15 years, and to be thankful for what God has laid before me.
The prior years… Santa Rosa Beach, Williamsburg VA, Williamsburg VA, Disney… these were the vacations we have taken on Thanksgiving. I have to say, there is nothing that makes you feel more like being thankful (this is my humble opinion of course), than being around a city that forces you to think of the reason for celebrating Thanksgiving… settling a harsh land, and developing an appetite for adventure, in pursuit of freedom. Williamsburg is perfect location for doing just that. How we have stood on the backs of those that have gone before us. Think about what we have here, and try not to feel indebted. If you don’t, then the likelihood is that you feel entitled, and need to take a trip to the third world.
This past few days, I was in Cashiers NC, staying in a cabin that was all of 280 square feet. A bathroom, a small kitchenette area, two queen beds and a fireplace. The cabin was built in the mid 1800’s, and is thought to have bullet holes in the outer logs from the civil war. Civil war… there is another reason to be thankful. The battle that we tend to fight today in the media, via social media, and in the ballot boxes… was originally fought with bullets and through the process of killing one another.
Do you get it? Right now, as much as I want to slap those whiny liberals and put them in the corner for their pouting (you know I love them, but man is it hard to appreciate somebody who doesn’t do something valuable for their cause); but as much as I have this feeling of disgust for their actions, I have no plan on going to war over it, nor holding it against anybody. YET, once in our country, the difference in opinion that might not have been much more significant than today’s, resulted in war. War that claimed the lives of roughly 620,000 soldiers. That is roughly equal (slightly less), than the number of lives lost by Americans in all other wars combined.
Today I am thankful that yesterday my family was able to climb to the top of Rock Mountain, amidst nearby forest fires. I am thankful that the fire fighters who are working to stop these fires, are both democrat and republican, yet they work together. That though they share mixed beliefs, they aren’t trying to decipher whose property they are trying to save, and are not deciding “to”, or “not to” work, based on the beliefs of those property owners. I am thankful that the guy making my latte in the morning, who was openly supportive of Hillary, was cool when I engaged him in conversation… cool that I disagreed with what he had said to the person before me, but cool that I was hopeful that his voice would be heard still. I am thankful that those who choose to use the election to spread fear, are becoming fewer and further between… that even for those who do not believe in a God, believe in hope. Regardless of what they see around them.
An opportunity to forget about the negative of the world around you, and to believe that positive will come. I sometimes wonder how people without God can truly have hope when the world seems so awful on its own. But, I get it. When people come together regardless of opinion, and share optimism over what they can accomplish, that is when hope wins. I am thankful that we, us together, can fuel a passion for one another over our passion to be correct. I am spending more time thinking about this election, because I think it has caused more hurt than any that I remember in my lifetime.
I voted for Trump not because I think he is a great leader, or I think he is somehow going to “make America Great again”. But rather, because I felt like Hillary would worsen America more than America could handle. But, what I really stand for, is that right now; with more people feeling like we had NO good candidate on either side, we have an opportunity to stand strong for positive change. To dig in and work hard, and to figure out how to continue to grow jobs, to source our opportunity organically and to stand for an America that stands hand in hand for each other.
We didn’t elect a monarch, or an emperor, or a dictator. Fortunately, that does NOT exist in our country. We elected a man, who is held accountable to ourselves, and in the end, who can do far less for or against our country than we can collectively do by making a decision to be thankful, and then to work for that right to continue to be thankful.
I will hold the hand of my fellow man, regardless of belief. Honestly, for one real reason. Jesus. WWJD? Spread love, that’s what he would do.