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Thanks, Days 125-126

Tuesday, May 6th, 2014

Yesterday and today, I’ve been preoccupied with a situation. Essentially, I’m waiting to hear some news… I think it should be great news but I’m trying to tamper my expectations, just in case.

With that, I’m thankful for the prayers of my friends, the support of my family, and the distractions my kids provide from my annoying anxiety.

Today, I’m also thankful for the gorgeous weather, which will provide the perfect backdrop for a nice run/walk today.

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Thanks, Day 99

Wednesday, April 9th, 2014

Today, I’m thankful for the home I live in and the means to support that home. I’m thankful to have woken up in a cozy bed, with a roof over my head, and a warm blanket keeping me comfortable.

Yesterday, I took advantage of a nice day and parked in a free parking lot and walked to a few appointments. As I walked through a large underpass, I saw a row of mattresses with bags of clothes and blankets piled on them. Underneath that Philly city highway, a family makes a home out of nearly nothing.

Next time that I complain about not having enough space in my home or feel envy towards someone else’s means, I will try to remember to put it in perspective and spend my time praying for that family under the Vine Street Expressway instead of complaining about my wants.

Thanks, Day 78-79

Thursday, March 20th, 2014

These past two days, I’ve been thankful that I feel better each day.

Yesterday, I was thankful to have an early night where I got to snuggle in bed with my wife and watch a movie.

Today, I am thankful for a touching moment with my 3 year old where he made me bow my head and pray before putting him to bed. His prayer: “Tank you for Tashman (his brother Cash who he calls Cashman), Momma, and Daddy… Ayyyyyy-Men!”

September 13, 2012

Wednesday, September 11th, 2013

I wrote the following about a year ago. I wanted to share it again, because it still feels right to me…

Eleven years and 2 days ago, I woke up in my dorm room to get ready for class. I felt sick, something didn’t feel right and my stomach felt all types of pukey… I left a VM for my prof, went back to bed and woke up in a daze a bit later, with my roomie telling me a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. I wasn’t fully awake, but after hearing that I couldn’t seem to drift back to sleep. By the time I finished showering and got out to the lounge to see what was going on, I was there just in time to watch live footage of a second plane crashing into the the towers. In utter shock and disbelief, the group of students in the lounge, myself included, was silent.

In the coming months, a lot of people didn’t like me and what I had to say. As America mobilized, I felt the flag flying to be hollow, the response to be inadequate… I couldn’t rah rah against the aggressors or join in the fist shaking. Instead I felt a deep sense of sadness, both for the innocent lives lost and for America’s complete lack of understanding. Of course the initial response was anger at Osama and al Qaeda, but why could no one admit that our policies and our actions as a nation brought on these attacks in some way.

This is not to say that I sympathize or sympathized with the terrorists. Those men, even if they believed what they were doing was right, were dead wrong. They acted with pure evil in their hearts and minds. They were devils in the flesh. But, to ignore the root cause is, to say the least, unfortunate… and unfortunately, the American way.

Over these past 11 years, my heart still aches for the families who lost innocent fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts, children… and my heart still aches for a nation that has never begun to address the roots, still addressing only the symptoms. As time passed, it became a bit more acceptable to discuss the role of American policy and practice in leading to the events on that fateful September morn, but it seems that discussing our policies is as far as it goes.

For the past few days, I’ve been praying that one day we can live in a nation where we have leaders who not only see and discuss the root causes of our problems but address them. I support our current administration, but in this regard, they have not done nearly enough… and I pray that somehow and someday that will change.

Join me in prayer for the hurting, the lost, the innocent, the confused, the leaders, the people, the problems of our great nation.