On this Thanksgiving Eve, I think you and I have a lot to be thankful for.
Many, many blessings in this country of ours.
Many I fail to take note of, most days.
But when I’m in Belarus, it hits home for me.
An old-fashioned word comes to mind:
We have bounty.
Compared to the rest of the world, we have lots and lots.
Tomorrow, I’m going to be grateful for our bounty.
And I will absolutely be grateful for friends like you, who share.
Because not everybody has bounty.