My post about Thanksgiving probably best describes my favorite holiday–Thanksgiving.  The food, the family, the laughter, all makes it worth the price of admission; which for me is a cheesecake and a vegetable side dish.  Over the years children have grown and had their own children, and every year it’s about a week in advance before we really are sure how many places to set.

There is one Thanksgiving in particular though, I recalled today with a great deal of gratitude when I read the Daily Prompt on WordPress, .  It was about 20 years ago when I was living in Vermont; living by myself as the caretaker of an historic home on Main Street in town.  It sounds a little cooler than it turned out to be; especially, on cold winter days when I had to make my way to the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower standing the claw foot tub with a hand-held shower head.  More than cold:  crazy cold!

Looking back on it now, I see that it was the Thanksgiving just before I turned 30.  There’s some significance to the fact that I was living alone in a big, drafty, antique-filled, and some might say haunted, house; for which I’ve done my time on the therapy couch, so I will not go into here. Suffice it to say that I was at a low point in my life and there were a few people who came to my rescue.

That year could have been the first time I did not have Thanksgiving with my family.  I simply could not imagine waking up on Thanksgiving in a place where none of my family would be with me.  I was upset (beyond what some might call normal) about not being able to get home for the holiday–as I mentioned I was not feeling my best about my life at the time.  I had even let my car’s service fall by the wayside and there was no way it could make the 5-hour ride south.  Helena saved the day.  She readily and without [much hesitation] said, “You can take my car.”  With the promise of always wearing the seatbelt, doing only the speed limit, and filling it with gas upon my return, I was able to use Helena’s Nissan Sentra to get home!

So, today’s thank you goes to Helena, for helping me to get home for my favorite holiday.

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