© James Pyles
I haven’t had much to say lately. Too busy, for one thing. Had a rare day off and, as a Thanksgiving tradition, the family, including my elderly mother this year, went to the local convention center for an event called The Festival of Trees. I took the photo above as I was approaching the Grove plaza where I met my son and grandson. It was a beautiful Thanksgiving afternoon.
Image: ABC.net.au / Rocky Roe
When you look at your past, focus on the things you have to be thankful for.
Sources: see Rabbi Eliezer Zev Luft; Tnuas Hamussar, vol.5, p.302; Rabbi Zelig Pliskin’s Gateway to Happiness, p.37
Mick knew he only had a few minutes left. His son Tyler couldn’t stop the bleeding from his throat. Mick looked up and smiled. He wished he could tell him how much he loved him, Tyler and his little boy Jimmy.
Mick knew tomorrow’s Thanksgiving meal would taste like ashes to them, to Tyler’s wife Jenny, three months pregnant with their second child, a grandchild Mick would never know.
He knew they would find it hard to be thankful, but Mick was thankful.
He was thankful he’d stopped the son of a bitch from taking Jimmy.
The bastard had been preying on children all over Orange County for a year and a half, sneaking into houses at night, forcing a window or coming in through an unlocked patio door. He’d been taking children, probably followed them home from school or spotted them playing in front of their houses, cased their homes, set up a plan so he could kidnap them, rape them, and murder them.
Not this time.
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