Inspiration for Thanksgiving: Erma Bombeck

Inspiration for Thanksgiving: Erma Bombeck

Inspiration is what we all need this holiday
season.  On this Thanksgiving Day many
are struggling to find a job, worried that their home may be taken away from
them or they may have to find new employment as lay-offs continue and the
unemployment figure averages 9.6% and much higher in many areas in the

It’s difficult to be optimist in this
economy. Yet, this is a time to be thankful for our friends, family and our
health.  One of my favorite writers was
Erma Bombeck.  I want to share with you
her thoughts after she was diagnosed with a fatal disease. 

It always reminds me that life is about the
journey, not the end result.  Enjoy the
journey and know even in the darkest days when you aren’t sure how you are
going to survive, this will pass. Capture the moments in life.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones.

If I Had My Life To Live

I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and
the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less
about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while
watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go
into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show
soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every
moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance
in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now
go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love you’s”. More “I’m
sorrys” …

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at
it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.

Erma Bombeck

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