
As we celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving, we need to remember the very first Thanksgiving. The pilgrims, when after a year of near starvation and plague, were finally able to eat food, and they stopped to give thanks. They took a day, a whole day, to give thanks to the Lord, who made them.
The story of these labourers, gives me strength and makes me thankful for all that I have. Some of the main things I am thankful for are, first of all my Lord Jesus Christ who came and died for me on the cross, second of all my parents, for bringing me into this world and for training me and bringing me up to love the Lord. I am also thankful for all my family. My brothers, my sister, my grandparents, all my Aunts and Uncles, and my cousins have loved me and helped me do what is right. I am also very thankful for my friends. Whether they all know it or not, they have helped me to become the person I am today. Last of all (not really, I have many more thankful's I would say, but this is all for today.), I am very thankful for the church we go to. I think our family has really been blessed by our church. We have been blessed by the teaching , by the fellowship that we have received, and from the encouragement to do what is right.
I hope that you would take a minute to stop and to think of all the wonderful things you have to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving!





Also, there was this long retired Colonel, who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific island held by the Japanese. Now an octogenarian, he had a minor cut on his head from a fall at his home where he lived alone. His CT scan and suturing had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority ambulance patients. Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to call a taxi, to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought him without his wallet. He asked if he could use the phone to make a long distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away. With great pride we told him that he could not, as he'd done enough for his country and the least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it ourselves. My only regret was that my shift wouldn't end for several hours, and I couldn't drive him myself. 
The gentleman who served with Merrill's Marauders,
the survivor of the Bataan Death March,
the survivor of Omaha Beach ,



I may still groan when yet another ambulance comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these particular men and women. 

My experiences have solidified my belief that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what it is losing. Our uncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace should all take note. We should all remember that we must 'Earn this.' 

