I’m thankful for my parents for many reasons. I don’t remember them ever treating me like a child even when I was one. They never pressured me to be a sports star, the next Bill Gates, or the leader of the free world, but always made it quite clear I could be any of those things if I wanted to be. They’ve always supported me in whatever I want to do–if I wanted to be a garbage man, they’d have assured me I’d be the best damn one there was.
I’m thankful for their sacrifices. Dad didn’t drive a stripped down Ford with roll down windows and an AM/FM stereo because it was his dream car–it was so we could have CD players, power sunroofs, or a new truck or Mustang. They taught us to be honest, to be informed, and to think for ourselves. And they taught us the value of family, the value of friends, and the value of ourselves.