In the spirit of Thanksgiving I will write a second post about my sentiments towards this and the holiday season to come.
Thanksgiving is very intriguing to me. It’s funny how the origins of this holiday have nothing to do with the “traditions” and what not we associate it with today. Anyways, I do think it is incredibly important to reflect on our lives and think about what we’re thankful for. I also like the idea that this time of reflection can transcend all religions, races, and any other categories we create for ourselves. Everyone has things to be thankful for and I think it’s important that we express them at some point.
I am thankful for my father. As I grow older, I can peer into his life and see that he really sacrificed a lot of himself to serve others and take care of his family. In my younger days it was harder for me to appreciate all the things he does because of ignorance and lake of maturity. I still posses both of those things, but I like to think I do in a lesser degree, and I feel like I can appreciate my father more. He is probably one of the hardest working people I have ever met and I almost never hear him complain about it. When I compare the amount of stuff he deals with compared to what I deal with on a regular basis I feel like a little bitch (sorry, I don’t really know how else to express this one). He works about 12 hours a day and comes home only to do more work, and like me, take some complaining from my mother. Despite all this, he is almost always smiling and he continues on without the need of other people’s sympathy. I think back to my days in Townsend and how much everyone complained about how much work we had and how hard certain classes were. If I could go back into time and catch myself complaining I would take a stick and beat myself with it. Even now I’m still learning to work hard and just deal with it. I know I just went on a full rant about how it’s hard to work hard below this, but if you ever see me at a job (that gives me money) you’ll see that I do actually work hard sometimes. It’s just the school stuff that I’m still lazy with. Anyways, in short, I really am thankful for my father who worked so hard to get my family out of the mother land and into America because the opportunities here are much better than they were back home.
I can’t write a whole paragraph about my father and not talk about my mom. So I will write one not because of equality (being as neither of them will ever read this) but that I do have things to be thankful for. I am a bad son. If I have a kid one day and he turned out half as annoying as I am to my parents he’d probably die via slow and painful death. It’s amazing that after all these years of bickering my mother can still find it in her to love me. She is the closest thing I have ever seen to unconditional love, because if there were conditions to her love I would have stopped qualifying years ago. So, thank you mom, for sticking with me and still having love for me even though I’m an annoying brat and deserved to be slapped until I’m in a coma.
Finally I am thankful that Maggie, Winny, and Jason came back to church. I find it amazing when prayers get answered. I wanted so bad for you guys to start coming back to church because it’s really been changing my life now that I’m asking more questions and really trying to understand this “religion” stuff. I wanted to share with you guys but I don’t have the balls (cause it’s a bit weird for me) and our schedules don’t match up at all. It’s been really encouraging to see you guys and I hope you read this because it really means a lot to me (and I know it does to liz too) to see you back in church. We missed you guys and I hope that this time things will be different, and we can grow as a group whose lives radiate with God’s love.