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As I got all grumpy because of some plastic hinges popping on the front of the Chrysler 300 causing the front grill to drop three inches today, it dawned on me that if that's the worst thing that happens this year/this week/or day, I might just want to give thanks for that.
While jogging in Arkansas last month, I looked up to see an obvious cancer patient, who couldn't have been out of his teens, hug someone in a driveway as he walked them out to the car. Earlier this week, while doing an unusual jog while school buses are coming and going, I saw a caring bus driver assist a wheelchair bound student, who also wore protective headgear, into a specially equipped bus. I sometimes feel wrong when the tragedies of others remind me of all that I have to be thankful for, but sometimes I need a good slap in the face to remind me. And for that, I'm thankful.
