Things to Be Thankful For
- Be thankful for the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means you have enough to eat.
- Be thankful for the mess you clean up after a party, because it means you have been surrounded by friends.
- Be thankful for the taxes you pay, because it means you’re employed.
- Be thankful that your lawn needs mowing and your windows need fixing, because it means you have a home.
- Be thankful for your heating bill, because it means you are warm.
- Be thankful for the laundry, because it means you have clothes to wear.
- Be thankful for the space you find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means you can walk.
- Be thankful for the lady who sings off-key behind you in church, because it means you can hear.
- Be thankful when people complain about the government, because it means we have freedom of speech.
- Be thankful for the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means you’re alive.
Taken from Ann Landers’ 11/22/01 column.
It was absent minded, stupid, embarrassing… you name it.
I backed into my neighbor’s mailbox today.
I wasn’t distracted, nor texting, or on my phone. Just plain turned in too early on the K-turn I need to make to back into my driveway. The mailbox fared well: a little jiggy on the left side, which I immediately offered to repair. The car, not so much. A shattered back left tiny window, a scratch. It was no bueno, mi amigos.
What I’d like to mention are three things:
1. I did not cry.
2. I did not panic.
3. These are both unlike me.
I cry at commercials. Show me one youtube video of a veteran returning to her/his dog and I’m weepy. I also am the daughter of an insurance agent, which means that I hear only horror stories ever, and I panic when said horror stories occur to me.
But I remembered the above quote, read to me at a yoga class just yesterday. And as I cleaned up the broken glass, bagged off the window, and got myself to work on time: I had to laugh and be grateful. I am thankful to pay this deductible, because it means I have insurance. I am thankful to have this minor accident, because it means that I have a car. I am thankful I had to tell Larry and Janey about their mailbox, because it meant my ego was the only thing bruised. I am thankful that I was shaken, because it means I walked away more grateful to be the alive.
Listen: I am not happy to part with my deductible. But my insurance company has been wonderful. The auto body shop bumped me to the top of the list for repairs when I told them I would be roadtripping into Montreal with my sister exactly a week from today. And I read a marvelous book in which the protagonist had a dog named Daisy that needed to be put down and oh, that would be a million, hundred thousand times worse.
I am grateful for my greatest struggle of the day being my own absent-mindedness, resulting in a new car part and wiggly mailbox.