I am thankful for the courage and strength I was born with to travel the hardest parts of my path...

I am thankful to have a loving partner and loving dogs :)

I'm grateful that I'll be spending my first holiday since 2002 with my middle son who is 19.

Thankful
 

I am thankful that I get to spend Thanksgiving with my mom.
I am thankful for my friends and family.
I am thankful for my kitties.

I'm thankful for:
1. Friends & family and extended families.
2. To the troops who make it safe for us to live our lives and our freedom.
3. To JackHammer & Medusa and all the moderator's who make this site safe for All those who enter here and enjoy.
4. For my health and that I'm able to do for myself.

I'm Thankful for this used laptop my sister gave me. It came in the mail today!! YAY LUCKY ME!!! I tossed my old one as it was a pile of junk now cause it died.

Today I am very thankful to have gotten the news that my company's contract has been renewed for another five years. No more worrying about job hunting in the new year. Phew!

I'm also thankful for strong cough medicine and banana popsicles.

reason, sanity, responsibility, goodness, and most of all love

First and foremost, I am thankful for Medusa & Jack for sharing this place for me to visit that offers a semblance of home and family. I don't have any family, so this is a huge blessing for me. Thank you.

I am also thankful for the moderators who manage somehow to keep things somewhat sane. Thank you all.

I am also thankful to the community here who bless me daily with smiles, things to think about, laughter, things to disagree with, and sometimes even things to shed tears over. All of these things help me to grow as a person. Thank you all.

I am thankful for my dog, Sadie for she truly is both friend and family to me. I only hope that one day I can grow to be as humble and kind as she is.

I am thankful for my health, a somewhat sane mind :blink:, and that I am helped along this fantastic journey by a loving God who loves me in spite of my faults and short comings.

Thankful for
Time off from work
A job to go back to
thankful to share another holiday season with my parents
for safe travels of frinds and family
thankful for my 6 little greats they keep me laughing and youthful minded
thankful all my orange teams won today

Clarity . . . . .

I am thankful for another day of life.

I am thankful for the knowledge that all my little efforts over the years I have been unable to do more were noticed.

I am thankful for the acknowledgement that I have done all I can as often as I can.

I am even more thankful for the new opportunities to do more.

I am thankful for having a wee room to call home, and a bed to fall asleep in and have sweet dreams. I am grateful for a job with a company whose core values match up with many of mine. I am thankful that I make enough money to supply my needs with a little extra to spoil myself on a weekly basis, and put away some, toward my next adventure. I am grateful for my friends, both near and far, all of them are very special people.

It makes my heart beat faster.....
 

That illusive place where perception and possibility meet.......

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All Is Well...
 

I'm thankful for tonight...we're both "safe"..tomorrow night I won't have her by my side,we'll have over 200 miles between us..thank gawd she taught me how to shoot a real gun. *snort*

I hate people guns.

This morning I'm particularly thankful for honest people.

A little while ago I left my purse in the grocery cart in the parking lot—I was so worried about some bleach I had put in the car that I forgot about my handbag. I realized I didn't have it when I stopped to get gas.

I returned to the grocery store and one of the employees had found it and took it to the manager. I gave her a finder's fee :) and counted my lucky stars.

Unified States Postal Service
 

I really appreciate the USPS and this article on infratructure does a nice job of paying homage to a service I often take for granted.

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Why The Post Office Makes America Great
by Zeynep Tufekci

I was transported recently to a place that is as enchanting to me as any winter wonderland: my local post office.

In line, I thought fondly of the year I came to this country from Turkey as an adult and discovered the magic of reliable mail service. Dependable infrastructure is magical not simply because it works, but also because it allows innovation to thrive, including much of the Internet-based economy that has grown in the past decade. You can’t have Amazon or eBay without a reliable way to get things to people’s homes.

Of course, infrastructure is also boring, so we get used to it and forget what a gift it truly is. I never do, maybe because I discovered it so late.

My first year in the United States was full of surprises. I remember trying to figure out if the 24-ounce glass of ice water the waitress placed in front of me was a pitcher, to be shared by the whole table. But where was the spout? I had expected some of what I encountered — I had seen enough movies, and came to this country expecting big cars and big houses and wide open spaces. I got used to gigantic glasses.

But I didn’t expect the post office.

The first time I needed to mail something, I trekked over to my campus’s post office, looking for the line to get my envelope weighed. The staff was used to befuddled international students like me, I suppose, and one clerk took my envelope without fuss, said “first class letter,” and took my change.

Then I discovered some vending machines outside the office. People came and bought stamps. “So many people must be into stamp collecting,” I thought to myself. Was that another weird American quirk? Otherwise, why would people waste money buying stamps in advance, without having their letters weighed?

Something I take for granted now just didn’t occur to me: There were standardized rates, and you could just slap a stamp on your letter, drop it in a mailbox, and it would go to its destination.

I then encountered a visa service that asked me to mail in my passport. My precious, precious passport. With a self-addressed, stamped envelope for its return. I laughed at the audacity of the request. Despite being a broke student, I booked a plane trip. I couldn’t envision putting my passport in the mail. I’ve since learned that this is a common practice, and I’ve even done it once or twice myself. But it still does not come easy to me.

I noticed that Americans were a particularly patriotic bunch: So many of them had red flags on their mailboxes. Sometimes they would put those flags up. I presumed it was to celebrate national holidays I did not yet know about. But why did some people have their flags up while others did not? And why weren’t they American flags anyway? As in Istanbul, where I grew up, I assumed patriotism had different interpretations and expressions.

The mystery was solved when I noticed a letter carrier emptying a mailbox. I was slightly unnerved: Was the mail being stolen? He then went over to another mailbox with the flag up, and emptied that box, too. I got my hint when he skipped the mailbox with the flag down.

Yes, I was told, in the United States, mail gets picked up from your house, six days a week, free of charge.

I told my friends in Turkey about all this. They shook their heads in disbelief, wondering how easily I had been recruited as a C.I.A. agent, saying implausibly flattering things about my new country. The United States in the world’s imagination is a place of risk taking and ruthless competition, not one of reliable public services.

I bit my tongue and did not tell my already suspicious friends that the country was also dotted with libraries that provided books to all patrons free of charge. They wouldn’t believe me anyway since I hadn’t believed it myself. My first time in a library in the United States was very brief: I walked in, looked around, and ran right back out in a panic, certain that I had accidentally used the wrong entrance. Surely, these open stacks full of books were reserved for staff only. I was used to libraries being rare, and their few books inaccessible. To this day, my heart races a bit in a library.

Over the years, I’ve come to appreciate the link between infrastructure, innovation — and even ruthless competition. Much of our modern economy thrives here because you can order things online and expect them to be delivered. There are major private delivery services, too, but the United States Postal Service is often better equipped to make it to certain destinations. In fact, Internet sellers, and even private carriers, often use the U.S.P.S. as their delivery mechanism to addresses outside densely populated cities.

Almost every aspect of the most innovative parts of the United States, from cutting-edge medical research to its technology scene, thrives on publicly funded infrastructure. The post office is struggling these days, in some ways because of how much people rely on the web to do much of what they used to turn to the post office for. But the Internet is a testament to infrastructure, too: It exists partly because the National Science Foundation funded much of the research that makes it possible. Even some of the Internet’s biggest companies, like Google, got a start from N.S.F.-funded research.

Infrastructure is often the least-appreciated part of what makes a country strong, and what makes innovation take flight. From my spot in line at the post office, I see a country that does both well; not a country that emphasizes one at the expense of the other.

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/01/03/op...ml?ref=opinion

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Zeynep Tufekci is an assistant professor at the School of Information and Library Science at the University of North Carolina and a contributing opinion writer.