12.02.2008

It’s never too late to give Thanks

It's a few days post-Thanksgiving, and we're all coming down from the high (thank you NBER for officializing our year-old recession today). It continues to be a landmark year for "social philanthropy." In fact, 2008 marked what I believe was the first annual TweetsGiving.

This Twitter-driven group hug encouraged people to share what they're thankful for, and donate to a good cause. Spearheaded by Epic Change, #tweetsgiving raised $10,000 in 48 hours to help build a classroom in a school in Tanzania.

Which brings me to what I'm thankful for.

Thankfulness.

It's a simple thought. We have so much to be grateful for, but without gratefulness, no one would recognize blessings of any shape or size. Without the capacity for gratitude, how would we recognize the daily miracles that keep us breathing and functioning, let alone thriving? If I never felt the magnitude of thankfulness, I would never be humble.

This has been a remarkable year in my life. From my mom's journey out of despair into joy, to my professionally rewarding day-to-day, from love to friendships galore, weddings, babies and more. I'm in awe, and yes, humbled. But it hasn't always been this good. And a seemingly life charmed is only a moment from being tested and torn.

Even in the bleak moments, we have much to be thankful for. If we can find the gratitude, we can find beauty. "When it's darkest you can see the stars."

Thank you for being you, and for tolerating the mush. Keep saying "thanks."

2 comments:

Qui said...

My friend Missy shared this poem with me recently. "Thanks" by W.S. Merwin. It makes my skin tingle.

Thanks
by W.S Merwin
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Image of lake
Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow for the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions.

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
looking up from tables we are saying thank you
in a culture up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is

Jeff Larche said...

I appreciate you mentioning my blog in your post. I want to be sure your reads know, however, that I was just one contributor, both of funds and social capital. The real heroes you cited: Epic Change. Great work to everyone who made this happen!