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Being thankful

Being thankful - Natividad Meyers

I am one of the persons who hate crowds. I don't feel comfortable when I am surrounded by too many people. That's one of the reasons why I always do my groceries shopping during the week, mostly on Mondays or Tuesdays. I have noted that on these days, between 8:30 AM to 12:00PM, there are not a lot of people in the store.

This past week, I had to do some overtime, and my schedule changed. That means that I wasn't able to do my grocery shopping during the week. Friday evening, I realized my fridge was almost empty. I got worried because I had guests coming over the Thanksgiving dinner.

My brother and his family were coming over. I had invited them to spend this weekend with me, because I was missing my nephews. Plus, what was the point of celebrating the Thanksgiving all alone? This day had to be celebrated with family, right?

I was a bit concerned that I had to do this so late. I knew I would have to face a big crowd in the store, and I wasn't too thrilled about it. But I had no choice. The fridge and pantry were empty.

Therefore, I got dressed and went buying all the stuff I needed for the weekend. I was thinking that on a late Friday evening might be less people shopping than on the Saturday morning.

While I was driving on the Alberta asphalt, I told myself that I should probably look for another job. I had lost the motivation long time ago, and there was nothing holding me there, not even the pay. Other companies were paying better.

I was working to pay the rent and feed myself. There was no excitement, no feeling of pride, or accomplishment. Only a dreadful expression on my face, when the alarm rang in the morning. I was in desperate need of a change. This job was draining me. I promised myself I would start sending resumes the following week.

When I got to the store, I went straight to the meat section, hoping that I would still find a turkey. I was in luck. There were two more big birds left. While I stretched my hand in order to pick up the turkey and place it in my cart, I remembered a sequence from a movie, where an old lady and a young man were fighting over the last two turkeys left on the shelves. I took one turkey and whispered softly to him: «I am so thankful to find you here!”


The author:


Writer, journalist and blogger, Natividad Meyers welcomes you into her world. After publishing her first essay, she gained a certain notoriety and now writes in the web 2.0. As well as her blog, she also writes for several sites, where among other things, she has a column on health and wellness.