On the Other Hand
By Kay Wilson-Bolton
November 21, 2004
It has always seemed odd to me that we needed a special day to be thankful, but then again Americans love holidays, so Thanksgiving Day became official.
At a different time of my life, the s human waste is carried away from where they live.
Someone recently commented to me that the burden of helping so many is too great and that, “they are happy the way they are.” What mother is happy when children suffer from malnutrition, or teeth are pulled without anesthetic, or giving birth is life threatening? What father is happy when the home they sleep in has a dirt floor or there is not enough food for everyone?
One person can make a difference, one person at a time. Taking that first step in doing so is usually the hardest. From there, opportunities simply find you, and I know for sure that every one of is ultimately “a one.”
So for this thanksgiving, I am thankful I live in America, for all its faults and those of our leaders.
How can it be that I was so blessed when others weren’t? Proverbs 16:9 states that “a man’s heart plans his ways, but God orders his steps.”
I believe that’s the answer.