A Message of Thanksgiving
Hubbers, you raise me up
Seems like every where this month you see people sharing their 30 Days of Thanksgiving with something each day they want to give thanks for in their lives. I've participated with my closest friends and family via Facebook.
But I heard this song today on the radio, and the people in my life who came to mind were my compatriots here on HubPages. Now, I feel like I should issue a spoiler alert, but anyone with a beating heart or even a thumping gizzard can see this one coming from a mile away. Yes, I'm about to be shamelessly emotional. Yes, I will verge on being downright sappy. Either stop reading or get over it. It's Thanksgiving, and if I'm going to stop and think about my blessings, if I'm going to seek to emulate the truest meaning of this season of gratitude, if I'm going to set aside my cynical default setting, then I must say the people I am most thankful for this year are my fellow writers here on HubPages.
I know I should be writing a hub telling my readers how to do something new or something essential or something to make their dreary life so much better. I should be using a suggested template and mind-blowing SEOs. I should include a graph and a poll. But instead I'm simply going to express a feeling, with words, you know, the stuff of writers. And with those words I want to say one thing. Thank you. You writers here on HP raise me up almost every day.
Sure there are some of you who irritate me with your constant need to express your political views, which are diametrically opposed to mine. Sure there are some of you who share my basic beliefs according to our common faith, but very little else in terms of doctrine and practice. But even my harshest critic or downright meanest forum commenter has improved my lot in life by pushing me to ask myself if I shouldn't look at an issue in the slightest different light, or if I should question a conviction that might require a deeper study or a reality check based on the experiences of someone other than myself.
You raise me up. And I'm a better writer for it. I'm a better friend for it. When you come right down to it - I'm a better person for it. And I'm thankful.
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