I am thankful for hospitals.
It seems that the older I get, the more time I spend in hospitals – either visiting someone there or giving someone a ride to the hospital for tests. Most of us assume that we will always have access to a hospital when we need it. Think you might be having a heart attack? Call 9-1-1, and they’ll get you there. If you appear to be having a stroke or seizure, someone else will be doing the calling, but you will still end up in the nearest hospital. No one really wants to go to the hospital emergency room, but I’m very thankful that hospitals are there when we need them.
(photo credit: The Delaney sisters in “Having Our Say”)
I am thankful for those who have lived a long time on this earth, and are willing to share their wisdom with us younger folks.
This includes my parents, my grandparents, aunts and uncles, our seniors at church, and even people I read about. They pass on to us a wealth of information about the past and what life used to be like. They share wisdom about raising children, stretching dollars, being moral in an immoral world, dealing with bad situations, and handling grief. The world would be a much poorer place without those who have lived long lives. Thank you God for the elderly among us!