Of course, I was just one of the progressive pack, parroting the party line. Being a Leftist means honing in on every possible injustice. Never-ending gripes and grievances are the glue that keeps progressives cemented together.

By Robin of Berkeley at American Thinker

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Instead of laser-focusing on every unfairness, I am now moved by life’s bounty. I finally see my great fortune in being born in this country, in this moment in time. Although I used to lambaste the United States and everything it stood for, I realize that I was like a spoiled child — ungrateful, mean-spirited.

I realize all of this now, but also much, much more. Because not only is this my first Thanksgiving as a patriotic American, but it’s my first as a true believer. With my spiritual evolution, my life has come full circle.

I too feel blessed, even as I must face the unavoidable sorrows of this transient human life. My health problems flare up; I’m worried but still feel blessed. I live in an insane area and lack community — and yet, through it all, my gratitude never wavers.

This is because I know what it’s like to live with and without God. I know what it’s like to search aimlessly for something I lack, not even knowing what it is, and to blindly embrace political leaders because they promise to fill the void. And I know the bliss of finding what I was looking for all along.

But mostly, as I celebrate my First Thankful Thanksgiving, I feel so blessed that God gave me the opportunity to get my head on straight, even though I am on the cusp of my twilight years. For reasons I will never understand, He gently plucked me up and deposited me with this faithful flock. And given the dark times we live in, He did this just in the nick of time.

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