COVID-19. That’s what broke us, fracturing our collective cultural souls. Locking our doors to keep out the virus. Watching our neighbors’ suspicious activity. Somehow we lost two full years of casual, everyday interactions. The very ones reminding us we are human.
Two years later, emerging from our isolation, we forgot. We stopped being kind.

Today a thirty-six cent coupon is a scream-worthy offense, and minimum wage workers get zero respect. Drivers all across the county feel entitled to drive however they like, speed limits no longer dictating speed. We’re suspicious instead of being empathetic. We assume the worst.

Fear. Being scared makes us cruel, unkind, and unloving.

Extraordinary kindness is also out there. But that’s not a viral-worthy video. Strangers paying for food. Teens helping clean up garbage off the street. A smile instead of a glare when sitting at a traffic signal, waiting your turn.

Love isn’t just a squishy, warm feeling.

Love is a discipline.

Our world shifts with one kind interaction at a time.

We remember love at Thanksgiving.

What about the other 364 days of the year?

How are you showing gratitude this Thankful?