Today we celebrated Thanksgiving with a number of our nearest and dearest friends. As I looked around at the other 22 guests as they sat (at tables in our friends' backyard - god how I love November in Israel) eating, drinking and generally enjoying each others company I had to take a few minutes to reflect on how very lucky we were to be able to do that - to sit together, in a beautiful, peaceful place, and celebrate, when outside so much of the world has gone mad - horrific attacks in Mumbai, a store employee trampled to death by crazed shoppers who have clearly lost sight of what gift giving is supposed to be all about on Long Island, foreign workers persecuted in Tel Aviv for the crime of wanting to scrub the toilets of the wealthy to feed their families. So much tragedy, so much hatred, so much need.
We often take what we have for granted. The simple gift of being able to sit together with friends and share a meal. The safety to let our children play outside. Having food for our family and clothing for our back.
So many are without, and so many others would try to take away even what little their own neighbors do have to promote their own evil agenda. Where will it all end? Haven't we learned the futility of hatred and violence by now? Where will it all end?
Sometimes, all you can do is grieve for those lost or in pain, and be thankful that you were spared.
And maybe, just maybe, look around for some small thing that you can do to make someone's life just a little bit better.