If the Stone Is Willing
"What do I have to be thankful for?" The fourth week of November was creeping up. On the coming Thursday, families would be gathering around dining room tables. Some would have a turkey, some a ham. Some might state what they are thankful for verbally. Others would be thankful in private. Some will pray. Some will think only of eating and watching a football game, or two. So, two men sit in a diner. Both are in their thirties. They sip coffee and dip their toast in the yoke of their fried eggs. One repeats himself, "What do I have to be thankful for? My wife left me. I haven't seen my two year old son in over a month. I'm concerned about losing the house... and my job. My blood pressure is soaring." The other nods his head, and listens. "I know, I know, I should be thankful I'm alive. I should be thankful I can put food on the table. I should be thankful for my health... well except for my blood pressure...