hope is a miracle.

If life is really that bad, then why don’t we kill ourselves? We don’t. because we hold on to hope. And by god hope is a miracle.

                How  selfish am I to complain about not having a car, or my paycheck a little lower than the last one. I worked over 30 hours a week and go to school full time. Stress builds me up so much, I am the type to wake up at 4 am and stay up until the job gets done, and do the process all over again. I am not a neat freak. But I do like to work. My unorganized mind makes me who I am, just a tad bit odd. “Odd ball”, if you must call it, but either way I get the job done. So why must I complain on the littlest things in life?

                I just discovered my friend was going to the Grand Canyon for thanksgiving with her mother. The first Thanksgiving without her father, a year after he died, she decided the man who prepared the turkey every year wasn’t present, and didn’t want to be left with the memory.  Just a short time, her mother was in the hospital over a heart attack, leaving my friend distorted. So packing away all the bad memories, she settled to the place where remarkable beauty surely is seen, the Grand Canyon.

                My friend was awoken in the middle of the night, by her mother having a seizure. Her mother was rushed to the ER and given a MRI to discovered eight tumors. Her father died from a battle of cancer. Can anyone ever imagine at the age of 30, you could lose both of your parents in one year? I can’t barley understand what troubles she is going through, but surely it puts out my selfish ways.

                If it’s the season of being Thankful, rethink your selfish ways and be thankful for what GOD  has given you. Slice the turkey, say grace, and look around, you’re with the people you love. And if you’re alone on thanksgiving, I can assure you, you not alone. We are all here to love on earth. Have a wonderful thanksgiving.