Is there sadness in your life this Thanksgiving? Are you wondering what - if anything - you might have for which to be thankful?
Some years, the challenges seem too enormous, and the bounties too tiny to be found. Nevertheless; be sure. For almost all of us, the riches are there - if we only know where to look.
This Thanksgiving, I present you with another Jeff Jacoby column from 2000. Read it in its entirety. When you are done, I hope that you can find much in your life that is wonderful and good.
When race riots erupted in Cleveland that year, my father's furniture store stood at Ground Zero -- at St. Clair and 103d, in the heart of the city's Glenville neighborhood. For days, the area was wracked by pillaging and arson; the violence was made worse by the mayor's order that all white police officers stay out. To deter looters, signs reading "Soul Brother" appeared in the windows of black-owned establishments, but there was no such sign in my father's window and by the time it was safe enough for him to venture back into the city, he expected to find his store reduced to a burnt-out shell.
He found it untouched. The pawn shop next door had been gutted and the rioters had ransacked the A&P supermarket across the street, but Mark's Furniture & Appliance Co. hadn't suffered so much as a broken window. At the height of the riots, my dad later found out, a group of tenants who lived in the apartment units above the store had come down to the street and formed a human chain in front of the entrance. "Stay away from this place," they told the looters. "It belongs to a good man."
My father's life experiences were quite distinct from those of Jeff's. Still - all who know my dad know that he is a "good man."
Dad is my hero, too.
That I still am blessed to have my dad and my mom, other wonderful relatives and dear, special friends - I am most grateful.