But every single time I even think about feeling sorry for myself, something or someone comes along in my life to remind me just how good I have it.
If nothing else, I have lived 53 years, even if I didn't always make the most of every day.
My older brother Paul died in 2001 at age 41.
I have lived twelve years more than he got to.
Thank you God, for all of your many blessings in my life.
Thank you God, for my life, my wife, daughters, sister-in-law, and son-in-law, and all the others I've been blessed to call family and friends, but who have moved on from this life.
God please bless America, though we're more wicked than ever and might not deserve your blessing.
I know for sure we didn't deserve Jesus, and you sent him and he came willingly, and the Holy Spirit bore Him up and now guides us here while we wait for Jesus' return.
Happy Thanksgiving and God bless whomever might read this, whenever you read this.
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