The garage is a mess. The basement is a mess. The kitchen walls should be painted. The radiators look steelish, gray and ugly. The floorboards need fixing. The windows are in dire need of patching, let alone replacing. All the walls are screaming for a fresh coat of paint. Lynn and I are overwhelmed as if an army has come and invaded our home and we have no artillery to fight them. We look at each other defeated.
In a few short days we will be sitting around a table eating a meal I have yet to plan and we will attempt to talk about gratitude.
A family in Rhode Island will be doing the same with their young son home from Afghanistan seeing life differently as he suffers from a Traumatic Brain Injury. His buddy in the Humvee is dead from the explosive while this young man's skull was blown out from the impact of the explosion.
A family in the Midwest will be sitting around the table with the knowledge that their little three year old girl has cancer. This was discovered when the doctors were fetching the penny she swallowed.
A family in New York will be sitting around a table missing their mother who died of cancer.
Perspective.
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