3 Gifts Behind a Door
At this point, I'm pretty sure they're just stretching for these, but, nonetheless, I will complete this challenge... in my own arbitrary pace, as the case may be.
- I'm thankful for the cabby that was right behind the door to the outside this morning. I'm also thankful for the particular cabby that was behind the cab door. With Kris and Cora's wedding rehearsal tonight, I definitely had my hands fool on my way to school (today is a "no rest for the weary" kind of day). Normally, I have to walk halfway to school and then call a cab from a landmark they'd recognize (my apartment building isn't big enough for them to know it), but today, there was one at the red light outside. I definitely thanked G-d for His small miracle on that one.
- I'm thankful for the apartment behind my door. Despite the bunny smell (which is really bad now that the heat's come on), despite how small it is, despite the fact that it's not really good for entertaining company, I have a roof over my head and a warm, safe place to sleep at night. There are MANY people who can't claim that; I have no room to complain.
- I'm thankful for Jeff, Terry, and Jenny, who sit behind a certain door at KNU. They work their butts off to help all of us here, and they are so often taken for granted. Our program is unique in that it has people like them to help us out, and, man, do they HELP us. I feel like they're there to help me every time my eye twitches. They put up with all of us when we run by at the end of the day, tired and grumpy. They put up with us when we're panicked. They put up with us when we're frustrated. They put up with us letting down our cultural appreciation shield. And, yet, I've never heard one of them badmouth us. They deserve some sort of Nobel Prize for that, I think.