Bounty

I'm awake early this morning even though I don't have to be.  Its 6:30 a.m. and I've already been to the grocery store to pick up some odds and ends.  Those who use Facebook know that many folks have taken part in a meme that suggests you post one thing you're thankful for each day in the month preceding Thanksgiving.  I haven't done that but I've enjoyed reading the daily posts of others.   However, my trip to the grocery store this morning made me assess my own everyday thankfulness for the extreme (and almost too extreme) bounty that is available to those of us who are fortunate enough to live in this nation of plenty.   And then I was reminded to be grateful that I'm one of the fortunate people who can walk through a grocery store, plucking things off shelves here and there, without worrying about whether I have enough food stamps to cover my purchases, or whether my credit card is going to be denied again.  Those of us who are blessed with plenty need to be profoundly thankful for that which we have, and we need to be willing to share the bounty with others less fortunate.

 I doubt this is coming as great news to any of my readers here, but it can't  hurt to be reminded that just about every urban and rural area in America has some sort of Food Bank that takes care of the heavy lifting of getting meals out to low income families.  There are numerous ways to help, from volunteering to deliver food on Thanksgiving Day, to dropping off a turkey,  to sending a check.  All are equally  helpful.  When I sit at what I presume will be a bountiful Thanksgiving meal tomorrow, I hope I can rest assured that I've done my part to provide for others, too.  I am, without question, one of the lucky ones.  I don't want to forget that.  Ever!