Well, folks, here we are—Thanksgiving Eve. For some of you, Thanksgiving is already here, has already come, is already gone. Then again, some of you may not even celebrate Thanksgiving. I sure didn’t when I lived in Taiwan and Hong Kong.
Tonight, I am thankful for many things, but I wonder, what are they for? Is it only the good things I appreciate? The luxuries? The kindnesses? The love? What about the bad experiences? The ugly ones? The horrid-nesses? The hate?
To be honest, I am thankful for all of the experiences in my life, including the bad ones. I’m thankful for my rock-climbing accident, for my bad grades, for the times I got caught doing wrong, for relationships that hurt me. I’m thankful for the scratches on my car, the times I was late, the jerk who stole my purse, the plans that have gone wrong. Why?
Because those experiences have made me me, and taught me to be a better person, and helped shape my values, and helped me better relate to you.
My bad experiences have made the good times in my life sweeter, the love richer, the meaning deeper. After all, if all of life were good and perfect, wouldn’t “goodness” lose its meaning? What is “good” without “bad”?
As for me, my Thanksgiving will be spent running a 10k, Sacramento’s 20th annual “Run to Feed the Hungry,” in the morning and helping to cater a special Thanksgiving meal for a family in the afternoon. It should be a good time. I hope your Thanksgiving is—was—will be a wonderful time, too.
Without bad, there would be no good. Without sad, there would be no happy. Without pain, there would be no joy. Without hate, there would be no love. —Unknown