It's Thanksgiving here in the U.S.A.
Canada had theirs in October. Good neighbors, we are. It is something
both countries can be thankful for. Either one of us could have moved
in, only to find North Korea or Syria lived next door.
Our countries are blessed. North
America's a pretty good neighborhood. We have big backyards full of
timber, pasture, minerals and oil. We have flowerbeds with fertile soil
growing corn and rice and peaches.
We're good mechanics, electricians,
cowboys, baseball players, teachers and students. Naysayers deride our
education system, but look around. Who graduated all those dunces that
are winning the Nobel prizes, leading the free world and feeding the
starving from Somalia to Cuba?
Need something more to be thankful for?
How 'bout the Bill of Rights. It and subsequent amendments guarantee our
rights to speak, preach, own guns, vote, have our privacy and be
treated equally regardless if we're rich or poor, immigrant or Indian,
socialist or libertarian.
We have a Constitution that protects us
from our government. A pretty profound concept. It's as if the writers
could predict the Stalins, Hitlers, Kim Jong Uns and penny ante
politicians would get in office.
Closer to home, those of us who belong to
the land can count our blessings daily. We turn the earth and raise our
livestock knowing in the recesses of our brain that we are an essential
cog in the wheel of life. Our daily battles often obscure the
contribution we make to mankind.
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