Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thanksgiving....

I was driving home after work tonight, crossing one of the bridges that connects the two parts of our city. It was after four, nearing dusk, the snow was falling and the lights of the city twinkling. Michael Buble was crooning "I'll Be Home for Christmas" on the radio and I realized in that instant how different my life had become than it was a year before. Fear no longer seizes me, I know how to deal with difficult situations as they come, I appreciate the little things in life, and I no longer walk alone. To each and everyone of you awesome bloggers who touch my life every day in one way or another may your Thanksgiving be filled with blessings that never cease.......

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  1. Hope that you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

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  2. Picturing the life and lights of the city--I simply cannot envision snow. It has been too long ago.

    Yes, our lives DO change, and finally--still--I do not drink, NMW (No Matter What)! And not only that, but I can be filled with JOY over even the seeming slightest of events (lights of a city, falling snow, "I'll Be Home...", etc.)

    AND I can wish YOU also--and your blogger friends, AND your family, a blessed, peaceful happy and wonderfully grateful Thanksgiving.

    Steve E

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  3. Congratulations on your first year of sobriety!
    Thanks for sharing your drive home...How appropriate that you were crossing a bridge when the realization hit you. Life is filled with bridges and we choose which we will travel on. Thank you again!

    Also, thanks so much for visiting my site this week. You are an inspiration and I am always happy to see that you have stopped by...

    Hope your Thanksgiving is filled with good friends and family, lots of food and a heart filled with thanks for all we have been given. Throw in some football too if you so choose. I'm enjoying your work and count you as one of my blessings!

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  4. i hope that you have a blessing filled thanks giving...

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