And for the birds on the deck at Dan and Stewart's . . .
And for the Kennett River . . .
And for the Southern Ocean . . .
And I'm going to get a bit smurfy here, all right?
So I've said that this has been one of the hardest years I've ever lived through. Not so much because of turns my own life has taken but because I have seen so many of my friends and family members positively battered by injury, loss, illness, stress -- the really bad stuff. The worst you can think of. The only thing worse than your own bad times is watching the people you love go through bad times.
But here's the reason I'm grateful (almost terrifyingly so): Despite their own travails, those friends and family members came together for me this year to help me get through my own rough patches. Not once, not twice, but over and over, they gave me support of the most basic kind. I'm being literal here. I mean they were there, physically right there with me, giving me the chance to get clear of any number of obstacles. They helped me get rid of all my stuff, helped me clean out and sell a house, helped me with a new place to live with a wonderful housemate, helped me with a nonprofit when I was terrified of falling short and failing a good cause, helped me get away not just from the pressure but from the kind of collapse into regret and doubt that can follow the absence of pressure. Even this vacation is thanks to the generosity and kindness of dear friends. And to top it all off, my parents took me to the airport.
Yes, I'd say I'm thankful. Unabashedly, tearfully thankful. I try to make sense of why I should be so fortunate, and I can't. All I know is that I want to be in a position where I can offer the same sort of help and support and love right back. Nothing would make me happier. So that's the plan, deal? Deal.
Have a lovely Thanksgiving Day, everyone.