“The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.”
I’m thankful for a night’s sleep on the floor. That’s right. I’m thankful for sleeping on the cold hard floor with no pillow and a towel as a blanket.
I’d probably never appreciate my bed, well, chair, without nights like that. The moment I wake up from sleeping on that cold, hard floor, I’m immediately thankful for my excessive amount of blankets, pillows and other conveniences I take for granted every day. There are people all over the world who’ve never had anything more than a mat on a dirt floor. Even in my worst possible sleeping conditions, I still don’t sleep in the dirt on the floor. There are people, right here in our country (not only in third world Sally Struthers PSA’s) sleeping in the dirt.
How about, on this thankful day, each person who reads this, raid your clothes and linen closets and take something to the Salvation Army.
Here’s to appreciating my every once-in-a-while sleep on a floor.