Yes, we’ll survive a shuttered, distanced Thanksgiving. The same can’t be said of a potentially fatal virus. Find heart in the fact that no one ever died from a lack of pumpkin pie. But, whether or not we enjoy this Thanksgiving or grow from it or find value in what this unique year offers us…that’s our choice.
In 2013, I was wheeled into the operating room and greeted by the usual crew: nurses, surgeons, anesthesiologist, all gowned, gloved, goggled and masked beyond recognition. After 13 surgeries (or was it 15?), I knew the drill. But this time there was someone new: a burly man with dark hair crisply parted and plastered to his head. His hands were beefy, his physique muscular. He wore a black, rubber apron that hung all the way to his shins.
How do you find hope when you have none? You don’t.