OK. It's not a Thanksgiving story. It's a Christmas story. And it was the best Christmas of my grown-up life.
My girlfriend at the time and I had built a house together. We moved in during the summertime. And we were talking about what we were going to do for Christmas that year...
A survey by Pew Research said that with the exception of the military, 37% of Americans have never lived outside of their hometowns. Which is about what I would've guessed.
Not all of us really know why we have the name we do. Some have been named after others in their family, for others, the name just flowed well.
The one thing we found out this morning is that a lot of names now are fairly obsolete and they'll never be used again...
100 miles is nothing for us out here so that's just like living close by for most. Some are ready to set the world on fire but then they realize there's no place like home.
We'll all be there someday and I would hope the people close to me never forget the mark that I left on them either. If they are nearby, take the time. It may do your soul some good, I know it will mine.
I am constantly preaching every day in the early morning for people to keep their heads up, and keep fighting, it's all worth it. Sometimes I question that myself. I'm struggling but I'm fighting.