Down on the Farm -- Being grateful
About 35 years ago just before Thanksgiving, I was overcome with gratitude.
In 5th grade at the time, it occurred to me, as I reluctantly cleaned my basement bedroom before company came, how utterly lucky I was.
I mean, what were the chances of being born into the right religion, in the right country, in the best state, in the right town, into the proper political party and at the right time?
Even if the littlest thing had changed, my life would have been a disaster.
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