In this season of giving thanks, we are supposed to discover the secrets of the happiest and most appreciative people. However, I find myself 1 to see the blessings in life, focusing on what doesn't go perfectly. 2 , I found a cure for this "illness", one that seems to be infectious.
My 3 took place just before Thanksgiving. At the time, I was reading my daughter Traci's page on Facebook where I noticed the 4 for my "disease". Traci had accepted a friend's challenge to start a journey of 5
Her first two posts were 6 in her family life-grateful for a hard-working 7 blessed to have caring parents. But it was her third post that made my heart stop:" I'm thankful my husband didn't 8 daughter Hailey and me this morning!”
Traci explained she had knelt at the bottom of their steep driveway to tie Hailey's shoe. Her husband, Eddie, thinking that both had left home, drove backwards from the 9 . They were out of 10 in his rear-view and side mirrors, and Traci never heard him coming in their11 , new car. Then, within only inches of his 12 wife, Eddie noticed the bright pink of her sweat shirt, when she 13 her position. The incident reminded me that 14 minor complaints, we have a wonderful life. Even when Thanksgiving is past, I still plan to continue this thankfulness journey. I think it can change an attitude to 15
