My First Thanksgiving
I never would have imagined that my first true Thanksgiving would be my first Thanksgiving without any special, or typical, Thanksgiving meal.
Due to some sickness, and traveling schedules, we ended up not being with any extended family this weekend. My wife, son, and I ended up spending a few hours with some friends, but none of us ate any Thanksgiving dinner.
This whole experience has giving me something special. For twenty-eight days I have ate most of my meals in solitary and silence. With each meal I took the time to think about the Darfur refugees; those who have survived genocide and that are struggling for survival. I guess I have done what we do every Thanksgiving, gives thanks for that which I have, and remember those that are in need. This whole month has taught me this powerful lesson in a whole new way. It’s hard to comprehend that so many in this world live in starvation, and so many die from the lack of food. With all of our technology and advances in society, we still haven’t been able to figure out one basic principle, to feed every child.
I hope and pray for those in need and for the refugees of Darfur. I hope that I may never forget the miracle of food and the blessing of being healthy. I hope to be grateful everyday for the food that I have, and not on just one special day of the year. I hope that we may all take the time and do what is needed to end all of this.