The Gift of Gratitude

I stumbled across an article this morning in the Hamilton Spectator.

In 2011, my family would be in Canada for 30 years.

Holidays are truly a time when families can spend time together and appreciate the time to have with one another. Finding this article on Christmas morning seemed as if it was timed perfectly to follow a sequential story of a boy who discovers his roots.

Though we're all still close together, outings with the entire family come rarely. Imagine trying to coordinate a schedule between a family of over 30 cousins and their parents.

Though we may not spend much time together, the love we have for our family keeps us together. I write this post as a gift of gratitude. A thank you for my possible existence as well as my sister's. For providing us with a prosperous life where we have the ability to thrive in the world and succeed to our desired goals. It simply cannot go overlooked.

In 1981, my uncle, as well as his siblings came over to Canada with money that would feed them all one small meal. Not to mention, living in less ideal conditions with unfamiliar cold weather and living space meant for a young bachelor.

28 years later, it seems as if none of that ever existed. They have managed to overcome the impossible and earn their way passed what most people would consider a comfortable living. They own their own businesses, their own properties, and are more than able to financially support for their children in their academics.

I'd like to especially thank the Hamilton Spectator for taking the initiative of writing these types of inspiring articles. These are segments that the general public should read not only as awareness of the struggles of other races but as motivation to illustrate the impossible challenges that people can overcome.