Earlier in the week, I was a part of a team of 120+ people who helped out at a Food Drive at Faith Lutheran Church, in New Providence, New Jersey. Being someone who can’t be on their feet for a very long time, lest they get quite sore, I have to say that, coming home from 5+ hours, most of which I was on my feet, it felt like I could have kept going for hours. There was some sort of beautiful common energy in that room. People were there with the sole purpose of unpacking, sorting, and repacking each and every item donated. People of all races, ages and backgrounds, together in one place, with one common purpose, to help, not for some selfish self-interest, but for the sake of others.
Once home, I, being the millennial that I am, was scrolling through Facebook to see what I had missed (probably nothing) and one Post caught my eye. It described that person’s experience as, in their hotel, the fire alarm went off, and as they were walking out of their room and through the lobby toward the door to go outside (as a sane person would when the building you are in is potentially on fire), they could not help but notice the amount of people milling around in the lobby. As my friend was passing through the lobby, the hotel staff began ushering those people that were milling around to the safety of the outside, so my friend, held the door open. As they passed, no one said “Hey, thank you for holding the door for us.” or even anything close to that. Well, almost no one. One, as my friend described “older teenaged boy” did in fact, say thank you. Besides that, the only other person of note was the older white gentleman and his lady-friend who were seemingly swearing out the hotel staff for such the terrible inconvenience that the fire alarm was (as if they could do anything about it).
All of this in the week leading up to one of what I believe to be America’s lost holidays. I say Thanksgiving is a lost holiday, not just because by the time the fourth Thursday in November rolls around the Christmas products have lined the shelves of almost all of America’s stores for multiple weeks, but because on a holiday called Thanksgiving, all we seem to want to do is indulge ourselves.
Okay, so you know how on Christmas, everyone is in the kitchen, the food is cooking, and the Christmas music is blaring? Well, that’s the way m family does Thanksgiving too. But not Christmas music (it is much too early still for that), mostly just one song, Peter Mayer’s ‘Bountiful’. Either now, or before you leave this page, please go take a listen to this song, Not just on Thanksgiving, but every single day of our lives, this song has a place and a message for us. The link is at the end of this post, at the bottom of the page.
Growing up, in a good home, with parents who taught me well, not just through what they said, but how they taught me to interact with others, and through the music which was almost always flowing through our home, I feel as though I have grown up, knowing that helping others is important, and that when you are helped, a simple “thank you” does a lot of good (amongst many other life lessons). But not everyone grows up that way. I am not saying that one way is superior to the other, but what I am saying is that we seem to be losing those who have been raised to be thankful for what they are given, and the world instead is filling with those who expect that the world will be at their fingertips as the speed of a fast-food meal or a tap of a screen. On a phone, you don’t have to say thank you. At McDonalds you don’t have to say thank you. While it seems like that trend is still spreading, all is not lost.
Just like the one teenage boy who took just two seconds out of his day to say “thank you” to my friend for holding the door for a whole lobby, full of people, earlier in this week, let us not just today as we sit around the dinner table with family and other loved-ones and over-indulge ourselves, but every day (and multiple times a day at that) take the time to say “thank you”. It is one small thing, and it may not solve world hunger or create world peace, but if we as parents, cousins, brothers, and sisters, take the time to say “thank you” we can be a model for those still learning, and them, in turn, a model for others.
2017 has not been the easiest year for me. Stress & anxiety have been through the roof, due to school, I went through a break-up in the spring, I had my laptop & camera gear stolen in the summer, and in between that, my grandmother passed away. That all being said, I have had an incredible 2017. I have been able to travel all over the country, spend time with loving friends and family, see some of my favorite artists and bands live-in-concert, and just all in all, create memories that will last me a lifetime. So for that, I say ‘thank you’. I say ‘thank you’ to you because whether I went to a concert with you, stayed at your house this year, have only ever talked to you through Instagram or Twitter, or see you every single day, you have helped craft this year into what it has been. You have been a part of helping me out of my hardships, you have been a part of the memories I have created, whether big or small, you have made an impact on my life, and for that I am grateful.
So, what are YOU thankful for this Thanksgiving? Comment something down below, and lets start a Thankfulness List!