On this day, I am so happy to be able to be with my family. To have plenty to eat. To have a home and a comfortable life.
I have so much to be thankful for, it’s crazy.
I took a student to have her blood drawn this week. Her family wakes at 4:30 for morning prayers, but when I knocked at 7:20, it looked like the family had just gotten to bed.
Mattresses were in the kitchen (which my student identified as the living room) because the bedroom where her parents normally sleep was too cold.
So we’re thankful for the warm weather, even if this is Vermont.
I asked how many people live in their 3-bedroom apartment.
“Maybe 12?” she responded.
I am blessed that I came from a middle class family. With educated parents who worked very hard so their children could prosper. Thank you, Mom and Dad.
I am blessed that I chose to marry an amazing partner who was the first in his family to get an advanced degree. I thank everybody involved in getting us to this point.
We live comfortably. We do not share a 3-bedroom apartment with 12 people. Our lives have not been ravaged by war, persecution or sickness.
Our problems are first world problems. And for this, I am grateful.
But I also am eternally grateful for my students, because they teach me every day. They teach me joy and empathy; they teach me to smile despite adversity.
I am lucky to have them in my life.