Time Now For My 2012 Thanksgiving List
If it's one thing that I've learned in my time on HubPages, it's that hubs do not have to be lengthy to be quality stories.
I am putting that principle into practice therefore making "you" to be more "thankful" that you read this hub during the waning days of 2012.
This "is" how I've always pictured Thanksgiving
I GUESS THAT I SHOULD
start off by saying that "I" am very-thankful for life and the necessities of life being provided by our loving and caring Heavenly Father, but by the same token, I want to be up-front by telling you that this is not necessarily a religious-based story.
It's an honest story. A story from my heart. And one that I hope to live long enough to carve into a Thanksgiving tradition, sharing "My 2012 Thanksgiving List," that I hope causes you to laugh, smile, maybe reflect on your own life, if only for a moment.
In the last few days of 2012 . . .
I AM THANKFUL . . .
that I AM NOT persecuted for my relationship with God. I am allowed to rise from my bed on Sundays, or any day I choose, and worship-freely without anyone dressed in green jungle-wear pointing an AK-47 at me, telling me in a gruff voice "I will be killed if I enter my church house."
that I always know where my wife, Pam, is at all hours of the day and night. NOTE: I am NOT a possessive, controlling brute, it's that I have this commodity called "trust" in her and that makes me very thankful to be married to her.
for the fact that I DO NOT have to worry about "the draft," a mental and psychological-burden shared by every 18-year-old male in the 60's that gave each registered male a draft number and if your number was called . . .you went to the Army and then given a first-class ticket to Vietnam. Now do not get to thinking that I was not a patriotic-minded male when I was 18. I did register as prescribed by federal law, and would have went to serve my country if called. This doesn't change the fact that in latter years I learned that the Vietnam "conflict" was more of a political-lever more than it was a "real" war.
a priceless-freedom that says "I" can cast a vote for any candidate I choose running for any office in our land without fear of being visited in the dead of night by a duo of husky-built men in black overcoats wearing RayBan's and matching "government haircuts" who "only want to talk" to me about my voting for a certain candidate. And their "language of fists" against my face I don't have to take lessons to learn. I am also thankful for that.
that if "I," and a handful of friends so choose, we can obtain a permit from our local governing body and stage a "peaceful" protest against anyone and anything that we don't like in our federal, state, county or city government and again without fear of being visited in the dead of night by the same two husky-built men mentioned in my point made above.
And while I'm at it . . .I am also THANKFUL . . .
for my sense of sight that has served me well over the years. Especially when the sight of a pretty woman enters my field of vision. I want to be grateful each day for my physical senses and never be so stupid as to take even one of them for granted.
for my long-time "love" of good food. And good cooks. If you, my valued followers, could meet me, you would instantly see my excess-poundage that is, in all honesty, not from food, but a combination of steroids (I have to take for my Fibromyalgia and Neurothopy) as well as the great food I am blessed to appreciate from my wife, Pam, who is an excellent cook, but we both appreciate our good friends at our local Huddle House for always having great food at great prices.
for MY CHERISHED-FOLLOWERS ON HUBPAGES whom will never fathom just how much they are appreciated by yours truly. In the past four years, each of my followers have, in their own special way, helped me with a word of advise, a warm comment or maybe some needed-constructive criticism that would enable me to publish better hubs. For each of YOU, MY FOLLOWERS, "thank you."
for life itself, that I am way too guilty of not appreciating as I should. I am guilty of "just" rising from my bed each morning and falling into my routine, or "rut," if you will, and allowing the smallest of blessings escape my vision. Things such as "I" have the ability to walk across my floors, hear the birds singing outside and even hear the telephone that has for me, some telemarketer who is trying to sell me things I do not want or need. For my physical blessings . . ."thank you, dear God."
Has this hub been slightly "corny," "mushy," and a tad too sweet? Sure. That isn't going to be argued.
Did "I" plan it that way?
You bet. And would do it again, and with God's amazing help, next year I'll do it again.
"I am very Thankful too, for All whom work at HubPages, for without your professionalism, expertise and know-how, where would hubbers like me be?"
Should I even answer that?