A Thanksgiving Offering From Tessa Lena That Isn't About Correct-ism, Truth-ism, Or Slaying The Dragon
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2 am here.
I just came home from a Thanksgiving dinner party at the AirBnB rented by the parents of a close friend of my son from New York. The father cooked, and the food was heavenly. Many things were discussed, but the T word never came up, and everybody was jolly and happy.
I was thinking about all of you and wondering how you fared, or are faring.
Were you able to see your families? Your kids? Or stay home and do something you enjoy?
I wanted to give you something today, since you (reading this) are always on my mind.
It’s Thanksgiving Day, and what I feel for you (reading this) is a feeling that transcends “gratitude.”
Thanks to you, I was—let me think how to say this without too much melodrama—
I wasn't supposed to ever have a chance to do this.
I can’t express it.
“Thank you” doesn’t come close.
This morning I listened to something I really wanted to share with you, and here it is, from our friend Tessa:
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving Celia Farber. You are blessed and a blessing. Grateful for your work.
I never expected to live in times like these. Every day there is a new lesson.
I have no family to eat Thanksgiving dinner with, and I really do not miss a meal with friends and family. I do like to eat dinner in a local restaurant, so two days before Turkey day I emerged from my cocoon and made a reservation at a local restaurant I trust. I was a bit late, but that was no problem. This restaurant knows me, I've been eating there - by myself - for five years or more. I ordered everything I wanted, including 12 of my favorite oysters and a French 75. When the bill came, I pulled out a credit card, at which time the waiter advised me that Liam, the restaurant manager, had comped my entire meal. Wow! I was dumbfounded. A few minutes later I found myself standing by him and thanked him in person. So kudos to Liam!! Who made my thanksgiving real.