A mother and father who love and support me, even if I do things they don’t necessarily like.
A brother and sister I can relate with.
A grandmother who’s 90 years old but still sharp as a tack and self-ambulatory.
Friends who give me the opportunity to come out of my shell more than I probably otherwise would.
A job that’s fairly safe in economic times that appear less than encouraging.
On a similar note, the fact that I don’t have a mortgage, and my credit card balance has three digits – the first being a 2 – instead of four or five.
Beverly Pomerantz, who gave me a chance to do something I always wanted to do, and succeed at it.
Health, sanity, and good times to enjoy.
And all of you out there for enriching my life in a multitude of ways.
That’s what I’m thankful for.