Happy Canadian Thanksgiving everyone. I am thankful for so many things: Mr. Andrew, who gives me unlimited love and support and who also makes me laugh and think. My family and friends who, likewise, are always there for me. My colleagues who encourage and educate me. And my cat, who provides much softness, purrbles and cool breaths.
But I also feel extremely grateful to all of my fellow humans. The transit drivers, food service peeps, the artists who make the tunes that I sing along to, the folks that have a good look going on. I love you all and I would like you to know that you are seen.
Here’s a specific shout out to the driver of the Greyhound that brought me to Kitchener for Thanksgiving with the family. Somehow, the charm on my newly acquired Elsa Peretti for Tiffany bracelet got caught in the tiny ledge between the bus window and the wall of the bus. When I lifted up my arm, the clasp pulled apart and the whole bracelet fell into the void between.
I could see it, but the gap was too narrow for my fingers and I had nothing in my bag that I could use to McGyver up a hook. When we reached Kitchener, the driver borrowed a paper clip and fashioned a hook to successfully retrieve the bracelet.
I thanked him profusely. He said not to worry. We chatted a little bit and I discovered that we was about to become a grandfather. The baby wasn’t due for two weeks so he chose to work the holiday weekend but he’d just got word that his daughter was maybe going into labour early. It is his first grandchild, so he was a little nervous.
And I was even that much more thankful that he hung around an extra ten minutes to help recover a dumb piece of jewelry. But most people, I find, are more than willing to help others. And that’s what I’m grateful for today.