I am thankful for countless things that I take for granted every day. My daily problems are minuscule compared to most of the world’s population who hunger, thirst, and strive for something better. I try to do the best I can at what I love doing: teaching people. My hope is that the people I interact with go away with at least one new thing they have learned and use that thing as a tool to make their lives, and the lives of those around them, better.
But if I had to pick just one thing, out of the millions I am thankful for today, it would be the fact that I can read. Books and libraries are so important to me, as they are to many of us, but on this Thanksgiving Eve I realize just how important they are. Books create my worlds, my ideas, and provide me with a lifeblood that no other physical, material object can.
So on this Thanksgiving weekend, make sure you pick up a book, sigh with relief, gratitude, and thanks that it exists. Then sit down, open it, and begin another journey.
Poor Ava Carpenter couldn’t clear the tears from her eyes. She is 6 years old. A streak of red coursed through her blonde hair. Most of the Cardinals ladies, even the littlest ones, dyed at least one lock of hair. Ava wore red boots, too, and as proud as she was of her daddy and as tough as she was trying to be for his sake, she couldn’t get past the gigantic Cardinals mascot causing her waking nightmares.
“She hates Fredbird,” Alyson Carpenter said. “Instant terror.”” —Pujols’ crossroads complicate Cardinals’ title - MLB - Yahoo! Sports