I just wanted to take the opportunity to wish all of you a Happy Thanksgiving. Many of you may not know that it was only 9 years ago that I was homeless. I was living in Colorado and had broken up with my girlfriend of six years. She took everything when she left, except the bills. I was forced to ask a friend if I could live in his basement. I had a borrowed bed, enough clothes to fill a suitcase and my truck. I lived like that for six months. After ending up in the hospital with walking pneumonia, I broke down a called my parents. I was broke and broken down. I moved back to Houston and 2 months later, I met my wife. Fast forward to November 27, 2008. I am sitting in my living room, the love of my life just made us animal shaped waffles, my three yr.old is measuring my toes with his play tape measure, and my seven month old is trying to divert my attention, from this to her, by kicking my leg.
This year, no matter what is going on in our lives, remember that things could always be worse. Give thanks to God for family and friends. In the end...we're all we've got.