I’m always gratified when I see signs that chivalry is not dead be it opening a door for the lady or just plain old good manners.
I’m thankful when I hear church bells ring.
I’m moved by a humble Thanksgiving blessing or a prayer at church that reminds me of how fortunate I am — and how deserving I am not.
I’m also thankful when the preacher gives us a good old-fashioned lesson in how to walk closer to the Lord — and does it in 20 minutes.
I’m glad when I see kids who have been raised to be outside playing instead of being couch potatoes.
I’m grateful for the teacher who not only instructs pupils on how to think but also on how to act.
I’m really happy when I see parents who know how to both love and discipline their kids.
I’m extremely thankful for the days when I catch a slab crappie, a chunky bass, or a whopper striped bass.
I’m also happy when I see a bird dog on point, a covey of quail on the rise, and hunters scrambling to bring their guns to bear – (though sadly those days seem to be numbered.)
I’m even more thankful just to get to go fishing, hunting or just be outside enjoying all the things nature has to offer.
I’m lucky and grateful that my wife saw something in me worth marrying and even more grateful that she has learned to cook stuff that doesn’t have bell peppers in it.
I’m also thankful that I’ve learned not to try to eat the whole turkey in one sitting and for good stomach medicines when I forget.
I’m blessed to have girls who have turned out like their mother rather than their father.