If lives were told as stories, then Thanksgiving Day is a much needed punctuation to take a break, breathe, and just be thankful. A typical American Thanksgiving Day usually includes eating lots of good food, watching football, and basically doing anything but homework. This year’s Thanksgiving, however, was different. Instead of football, I watched the news on the developments in Mumbai. After a heavy meal, I started to piece together this horrific episode of terror. With a heavy heart, it saddens me that Thanksgiving Day wasn’t a comma but a period to the many lives on the other side of the world.
How was it possible that there existed people who could indiscriminately kill innocent people? What were they thinking? Perhaps the question should be rephrased, “What were they NOT thinking?” I have no idea.
With a world full of uncertainties before us, may we count every blessing as they come and learn to share those blessings with those around us. For many things about tomorrow we don’t seem to understand, but we do know who holds tomorrow and who holds our hands.
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