The Gift Of Gratitude

A few days before the start of school this past August, I purchased a book bag for my 12-year-old daughter, Jessie. As I checked out, I told the cashier, “Well, I’m done with last year’s Christmas shopping.” He gave me a funny look and agreed I was a bit behind.

- Patrick Hempfing

I neglected to tell the cashier that life was hectic prior to December with the family’s move to a different state and my wife working long hours at her new job. en a lump appeared near my wife’s left ear that required a biopsy and surgery. We never bought Jessie a new book bag, which she had requested for Christmas. She managed fine for the rest of the school year using her tattered old one.

As another holiday season approaches, one thing my family doesn’t need to stress about during Black Friday or the days leading up to Christmas, is my gift. Jessie, unknowingly, gave me the best present this summer.

In July, Jessie and I took a 12-day trip, with stops in the two cities where we previously lived. Jessie had a blast attending her former dance school’s camp during the first week. We also had visits with friends and former neighbors in both cities.