Thanks

Usually when we sit down to dinner with the grandkids one of them asks, “Can I say the blessing?” I was recently reminded about remembering to say thanks and making it a habit. Our good friend Marty, is in Cleveland anxiously waiting a lung transplant. It brought back memories of my wait over four years ago and how thankful I am for my own transplant. It is easy to take for granted “life.” And like most blessing, unless we are in the habit of giving thanks for each of our many blessing, including life itself, we can quickly forget how vulnerable we all are, even if you’ve barely escaped death once before.

When I watch with admiring eyes my close friend fight for life, and remember the strength of other friends overcome cancer and heart troubles, I feel guilty for not being appreciative enough for my “miracle.” I also remember those promises I made to make every day count. That includes beginning the day with a thank you to God, George, family, and friends.

As I have traveled this summer plugging my book, When Men Betray, I’ve been asked a lot of questions. Usually at some point in our conversation I let it slip that I am living my life as well as it has ever been lived. However, Marty’s wait and strength have reminded me to be more thankful, and to take a little better care of this life I’ve been given.

So, now when I hear one of my grandchildren ask, “can I say the blessing,” my response of “Of Course” has a little deeper meaning.

About the author

Webb Hubbell, former Associate Attorney General of the United States, is an author and lecturer. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, and A Game Of Inches, are published by Beaufort Books and are available online, in your local bookstore, or you can order autographed copies at webbhubbell.com. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps Won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller. He is also a contributor to The Clyde Fitch Report.

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