Learning to carve a turkey
So, I’m going to sound really old when I say this, but when I was a kid Thanksgiving was probably the day I most looked forward to. What’s going on with Thanksgiving these days? It’s like it doesn’t exist any more. Christmas music and Santa are now present an accounted for right after Halloween passes, Black Friday shopping now starts at nine o’clock Thanksgiving night, and I haven’t for the life of me seen a single finger paint turkey that the children make in years. It’s like Thanksgiving has lost all meaning.
Well, for me one fact still holds true: That the magic little time between All Hallow’s Eve and Christmas lies a time when we should all stop for a moment, and count our blessings. In these hard times, it’s difficult for those of us that actually have things pretty good to remember how decent our lives actually are. I’m very thankful to have a house to live in, food on the table, an amazing family, and a great group of friends. There’s a significant amount of people right now who can say that they don’t have at least one of those things.
And despite all the hard times, and the fact that Thanksgiving seems to be disappearing a little more year by year, one thing still brings me a little joy in this brisk November month: Watching those of us that do have, give back to those who might not.
Every year my church holds a Thanksgiving feast. We get up early, set the tables, prepare the food, and serve anyone and everyone who might come through the doors. Nobody is excluded.
- Preparing to serve.
It’s something that my mother and I, along with some of the great friends I mentioned earlier have been doing for years. It’s something I think about a lot. Something that we should be doing all the time. It might mean getting up at six in the morning, but it’s worth it in the end. There’s a happiness I feel as I pile turkey on to a plate and watch it get served to a family, knowing that they might not have a Thanksgiving dinner this year.
But it’s also a tradition. One that I love and plan on sticking to for as long as I possibly can. Nothing can describe the feeling that I get when I see my community coming together, showing one another that we do indeed care for each other. It’s something I would be more than willing to work all day for, and something that I am proud to be a part of.
It’s not something that I expect everyone to be a part of, or to enjoy. It’s not even something that I expect people to want to do. But it is great to see that there are still people out there that are willing to give. People that don’t mind sacrificing a Saturday to help out their fellow man. People that believe in doing good, just for the sake of doing good. Not because they will be rewarded, but because it’s the right thing to do. And in these times, I can’t help but to think that when we come together as a collective to give back to our community, we are in our own right giving thanks. And that’s what it’s all about right?