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Even though I’m terrified of turkeys, I once read a
storybook about a turkey living on a farm. It’s almost Thanksgiving and so
naturally, the turkey is a tad worried. While being chased by an axe-wielding
farmer, the turkey disguises himself as various other farm animals to avoid the
axe. For example, he rolls around in the mud pretending to be a pig. The farmer
sees through this and every other one of his ruses but just before the axe can
fall, turkey’s farm friends yell, “Run turkey RUN!” Spoiler alert: the turkey
manages to dodge the farmer and the family has grilled cheese sandwiches for
Thanksgiving.
Three things about this little Thanksgiving yarn:
- Grilled cheese sandwiches are pretty great.
- Turkeys are idiots.
- All turkeys must die.
Okay that last point might be a tad harsh but it’s borne
from my hatred for turkeys (at least those not basted with butter, stuffed with
bread, and about to be served on a platter with potatoes and carrots). Anyway,
here’s something else I think we can all learn from this story:
- Thanksgiving is not a turkey. In other words, not every year goes as planned. Be together anyway. Be thankful anyway. Celebrate having enough instead of having more.
- If your friends have helped you out, tell them. Go back and tell them. You may never get another chance.
- Sometimes the turkey can’t be killed. (Stay with me here.) In other words, chasing those elusive whatevers in our lives may be counterproductive, even futile. Is it really what you want? Maybe it’s time to re-evaluate goals. There’s a time to persist and there’s a time to reinvent. And if I’m wrong about this one, if you choose to persist, then go ahead and blow that turkey’s head off.
(If you're a Canuck like me, a happy Thanksgiving to you this weekend!)
2 comments:
A happy Thanksgiving to you, as well. The bummer for you lot is that you don't get a four day weekend. Then again, that doesn't include the mass hysteria of Black Friday.
But, there's turkey.
In related...I had the honor of being invited to a Thanksgiving meal at the house of a Canadian officer with whom I worked. When I asked him the origins of his (your) holiday, he said it had something to do with Martin Frobisher or something. In any case, it made much more sense than eating outside in Massachusetts in November.
Because frikkin' cold.
"Celebrate having enough instead of having more." Wise words, indeed! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, dbs!
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