The American Thanksgiving holiday is a personal favorite. It’s the least commercial holiday and a welcome break from routine. We can gather as friends and family, relax, eat well, and breathe a deep breath before the onset of Christmas preparation and frenzy. I think thanksgiving and hope go hand in hand – thanks for what has happened, and hope for what is to come.
I’m thankful I met Henry and Nancy Zguda, and hopeful they would be happy with the telling of this story.
As I enter a writing chapter on concentration camps, I’m thankful that I am writing history, and hopeful the lessons of history are not forgotten, and the experience never repeated.
As I offer thanks I was able to visit Poland, I am hopeful I portray her accurately, and yes, hopeful I can return again someday. I offer a special thank you again to Mike Richard of Mesa, Arizona and www.livingkrakow(dot)com who I was blessed to meet at a Polish festival, and who helped steer me in so many right directions.
As I offer thanks my family is healthy, I profess I believe in the power of prayer to heal, and am hopeful for continued good health.
This is my 60th post of a daily effort to finish a project started so many years ago. Previously I would get overwhelmed with the detail needed – and then reshelve the project. Remember those cliches ‘How do you climb a mountain? One step at a time.’ or ‘How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.’ I’m writing until I’m done . . . .
I’m thankful for the magnet I found randomly at a favorite bookstore, that now sits in front of my computer. It is an anonymous quote that works for me: “What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?”
And if you’re reading this, I’m thankful you’re still interested, or have joined, and hopeful you learn something along the way.
Happy Thanksgiving!