×Black and White Thanksgiving Dinner

By any measure, I have much to be thankful for and damn little reason to complain, but I’m about to. As Thanksgiving approaches, I’m preoccupied with thoughts that don't fit the occasion. My mind keeps returning to what I'd like to be thankful for but cannot.

You see, the gratitude that arises from my personal good fortune goes just so far. To be true to its name, Thanksgiving must be about blessings bigger than merely my own, those that flow not merely to any individual but to the less fortunate, the victimized, the wounded.

My melancholia and disquiet amped up when I was walking to my car outside some retail mecca. There I noticed a woman and two young children sitting in a rusty old beater.

The woman’s head was down, and she was obviously crying.

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