I’ve long been an admirer of people who write columns for Thanksgiving detailing their gratitude. Atlanta Journal-Constitution columnist Furman Bisher is among the best. Furman always gives us a bit of insight into his personal life with a focus on the sports beat. So recognizing that my attempt will be amateurish, here goes.
I’m thankful for the grace of God. He gives me the choice, but I’ve always thought that He gave me hints about which choices are best. I’m thankful for my family. Gisela and I found each other after both of us had failed first marriages. Finding your soul mate is one of God’s miracles. I’m thankful that Barbara, my first wife and the mother of our son, Scott, is a good friend. She and Scott are having Thanksgiving dinner again with Gisela and me.
I’m thankful that our other son, Chris, found Alexia who came with two children we can claim as our grandsons. I’m thankful for 5-year-old Carston, born after their marriage. He’s a pistol.
I’m thankful for my brother Jerry, the only other surviving member of my original family. My parents and my sister are no longer with us. I’m thankful for Jerry’s extended family.
I’m thankful for the meows and purrs from our beautiful felines, Misty and Mac.
I’m thankful for the rain and the resilience of people when there’s too little or too much. I’m thankful for the warmth of the sunshine that follows the rain.
I’m thankful for so many dear friends and other members of my family. How can I ever count the names. How can I ever tell each of you how much you’ve enriched my life. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I’m thankful for the opportunity to spend almost 50 wonderful years at WSB-Television. I’m thankful to the Cox family and the thousands of fellow employees-friends who have made WSB the giant it is today.
I’m thankful for the medical teams who’ve repaired and replaced my worn-out body parts. I’m thankful to get up in the morning feeling a little less pain than the day before. I’m thankful to get calls and inquiries about how I’m feeling.
I’m thankful for the privilege of running…now mostly walking… for the feel-good feeling that comes after you’ve exercised. Though this is the first Thanksgiving, I’ve been unable to run in almost 40 years, I’m thankful there’s a possibility I’ll soon be on the roads again.
I’m thankful for the staff and people at the Emory Heartwise Risk Reduction Center. I’ve learned to love you guys and gals.
I’m thankful to you, the viewers and readers. During my almost half-a-century with WSB, you have touched my life in so many ways. As one reader commented on an earlier blog, “Thanks seems hardly enough.”