I am the Ebenezer Scrooge of Thanksgiving. The Grinch, with a heart (or stomach?) two sizes too small. I get no thrills from turkey, no glee from gravy — I’ll even pass on potatoes, if I’m being honest. The White House turkey pardon? Morbid. The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade? Fine I guess, if you like lip syncing. And while I love my family, I don’t need a contrived dinner conversation to prompt me to acknowledge that I’m thankful for them.
But that was all … before.
This is, without a doubt, the most important Thanksgiving of my life. It’s also the most important Thanksgiving of your life.