Tag: thankful

Everything looks good … for your age

Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.
— Popular hymn written in 1897. Number 118 in the song book at church.

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I am blessed.

The Oxford dictionary defines blessings as “God’s favor and protection.” A good friend and mentor once defined blessings as family, friends, shelter, never going to bed hungry, health, and happiness. That same person, who knew wealth, said, “Money and material things are not blessings; they’re just yardsticks for those who foolishly think they are.”

My loving mother led me to learn about blessings. Attending services with her at Southside Church of Christ in Mount Pleasant where I was blessed to learn the heart and mind of being thankful to the Giver of all blessings. Exposed to God’s inspired word with Mom’s careful oversight.

Over the years I ‘ve come to believe, however, that I’m still comprehending more every day about how truly blessed we all are in one way or another. And how I need to be increasingly more grateful.

Concepts of blessings in my youth centered around simple things. Like leaving the classroom convinced I had just bombed a test, only to discover the next class period that I miraculously squeaked by, just above the bare minimum for passing. Or too many times when blessings overshadowed my bad decisions. Amazingly allowing me to dodge jail time and serious damage to my health record.

I have no doubt that I single handedly forced more than one guardian angel into therapy or early retirement.

Thankfully, however, not the one riding with me the long-ago night when a failed motorcycle tire at 70 m.p.h. caused my bike to abandon all natural forces and gravity. Catapulting me over the handlebars and through the cold night air. Slamming the right side of my head and shoulder down onto U.S. Highway 67. Sending me sliding on the pavement, grinding away the right side of a perfectly good safety certified helmet.

Blessings allowed me to get up and walk a quarter mile to find a ride to the hospital. Then allowed me to go home that night with only scratches, bruises, and a separated shoulder.

Some years after that, another poor guardian angel was assigned to bless my ride flying a Piper Cherokee 180 from Center to an Oklahoma destination I’ve since forgotten. My comfort in the reassuring sound of a Lycoming aircraft engine at full power boosting the aircraft upward through 6,000 feet at 725 to 750 feet per minute vanished when the motor faltered, missed, and began losing power.

Emergency procedure training kicked in and raced through my head. Along with an episode of Art Linkletter’s old TV show, “Kids Say the Darndest Things.” When Linkletter asked one youngster who wanted to be a pilot what he would tell his passengers if the engine quit, the little guy thought for a moment and replied seriously, “Now I lay me down to sleep …”

That’s when straight ahead, I saw the runway at Carthage, Texas. Altitude and airspeed were perfect for a straight-in semi-gliding approach. The airplane’s tires squeaked smoothly on the pavement just as good as any planned landing.

Blessings were abundant on Monday of last week in a big-city health care facility waiting room, filled to capacity. Where too many of the occupants required canes, walkers, and wheelchairs for mobility.

“I knew this day was coming … if was lucky,” I thought. “Sure seems like it got here in a hurry, though.”

“Always tried to take care of my health with exercise. Eating properly, sometimes.” I offered the cardiologist. “My doctor said I should come see you. Used that ‘at your age’ thing. The one that isn’t really funny any more.”

I was still counting blessings while walking on the treadmill. “Chest pains? Shortness of breath,” he asked? “Nope,” I responded. I counted more blessings as I watched my heartbeat on a monitor while skilled hands and eyes searched for the good, the bad, and the ugly.

“Everything looks good,” the doctor reported. “Great … for your age.”

Christmas is coming. Decorations are in place. I have family and friends who love and care for me, and whom I love and care for in return. My bed is warm at night. I have more food than I have any business eating. And maybe we’ll sing hymn number 118 Sunday at church.

I am truly blessed.

And I’m working harder every day, even at this age, to be more grateful for … “what God hath done.”

—Leon Aldridge

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Aldridge columns are featured in these publications: The Center Light and Champion, The Mount Pleasant Tribune, the Rosenberg Fort Bend Herald, the Taylor Press, the Alpine Avalanche,  the Fort Stockton Pioneer, the Elgin Courier, The Monitor in Naples, and Motor Sports Magazine.

© Leon Aldridge and A Story Worth Telling 2025. Excerpts and links may be used, provided full and clear credit is given to Leon Aldridge and ‘A Story Worth Telling’ with appropriate and specific directions to the original content.

We should be grateful every day

“Seriously, you really don’t have to eat what I cook.“
— Standing offer to my children at mealtime. Thanksgiving dinner or any meal..

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Thanksgiving Day really deserves more respect. Just saying.

One revered day of gratitude, thankful for things like family, friends, comfort, security, health, the freedom to express thanks. And food. Yes, those glorious 3,000-calorie Thanksgiving dinners.

Things for which we should be grateful every day.

Yet, that one day is sandwiched between Halloween and Christmas. Suffocating under discounted sale-priced Halloween masks and yuletide décor shamelessly shoved on store shelves before Labor Day.

The first Thanksgiving was much different. A 1621 religious celebration of prayer and fasting, not feasting. No turkey. No dressing. No pumpkin pie. No Alka Seltzer. No football. Just thanks for crops, weather, and simple blessings. Often celebrated with Native American tribes that helped them survive.

Sarah Josepha Hale, who authored “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” started a drive in 1846 for a national Thanksgiving holiday. Seventeen years later, President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed it a national holiday, hoping it would help heal a divided nation at war.

In 1941, Congress ended efforts by President Franklin D. Roosevelt to move the date to the third week of November, his plan to squeeze in another week of Christmas shopping to help an ailing economy. The move just created confusion, so the fourth Thursday of November was officially declared as the permanent date to reflect on things we picture as blessings.

“Freedom From Want” painting by American artist Norman Rockwell.

An early 1940s picture painted by American artist Norman Rockwell, creator of more than 300 Saturday Evening Post covers and some 4,000 paintings during his lifetime, is the image most frequently associated with Thanksgiving. Titled “Freedom from Want,” the painting depicts a family gathering around a celebratory meal. It remains today as a favorite “picture of Thanksgiving.”

Rockwell once said that he painted life not as it was, but what he wished it could be. Maybe that’s what we’re all craving around the holidays, hope for what life should be.

Another American icon offering timeless pictures of America in childhood humor is Hank Ketcham’s cartoons, “Dennis the Menace.” One in particular mirrors Rockwell’s image, with Dennis and his parents sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner, heads bowed. In the caption, Dennis offers, “… and I’m thankful the pilgrims didn’t have liver an’ onions for their Thanksgiving meal.”

Let me say, I’m with Dennis. My father liked liver, so Mom cooked it. Too often. And like most kids of my generation, I dared not question any meal Mom prepared. My sisters and I respectfully ate what was set before us.

“When I left home,” I was telling a friend last week, “One of the things on my list vowing to never eat again was liver. A promise I have kept to this day.”

“You mean your mother didn’t cook a separate meal for you and your sisters,” the longtime acquaintance laughed.

Quick to affirm that we had obviously grown up in the same age, my response was, “Nope! If it was on your plate, you were going to eat it before leaving the table. And leaving a family meal was something you didn’t dare do without first asking, ‘May I please be excused?’”

My mother also played the “Mom card” to shame us for wasting food. “Eat it, don’t waste it. You know there are starving children all over the world.”

“Same with my parents,” reported my friend. “One day my sister and I suggested Mom box up her stewed tomatoes and send them to those starving children. We laughed and laughed. Until we noticed the deafening silence and parental glares of disapproval.”

“There were times when I felt like my parents didn’t have a sense of humor, either,” I sympathized.

Varying from my raising only slightly after I became a parent, I gave my kids a standing offer. I told them they didn’t have to eat what I cooked if they didn’t want to.

“Really,” daughter Robin asked the first time. Lee said nothing. He was always good at keeping his mouth shut a little longer than his older sister.

“Sure,” I said, reaching for her plate. “I’ll just put it in the refrigerator and save it for supper tomorrow night.”

My kids never questioned whether I had a sense of humor. Just how I sometimes applied it.

So, here’s my serious wish for a Happy Thanksgiving. May our hearts be filled with genuine gratitude for the things that make this country the best place on earth to live. Thanksgiving Day and every day.

With a small nod of agreement with Dennis The Menace. Thankful that if the Pilgrims menu did include liver or stewed tomatoes for Thanksgiving dinner, it never made it into the history books.

—Leon Aldridge

(Norman Rockwell’s “Freedom from Want” (above) appeared inside the March 6, 1943, edition of the Saturday Evening Post magazine. The painting was not intended as a Thanksgiving illustration, it was one of the “Four Freedoms” series by Rockwell symbolizing the aspirations of a world with security and well-being as articulated by President Franklin D. Roosevelt. However, it quickly became an iconic image associated with the Thanksgiving holiday )

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Aldridge columns are featured in these publications: The Center Light and Champion, The Mount Pleasant Tribune, the Rosenberg Fort Bend Herald, the Taylor Press, the Alpine Avalanche,  the Fort Stockton Pioneer, the Elgin Courier, The Monitor in Naples, and Motor Sports Magazine.

© Leon Aldridge and A Story Worth Telling 2025. Excerpts and links may be used, provided full and clear credit is given to Leon Aldridge and ‘A Story Worth Telling’ with appropriate and specific directions to the original content.