Something About Gratitude

I think of it this way, I would not be alive

today. I would know nothing of Mark Twain,

Hemingway, Picasso or Monet. I would have

never heard a Beethoven symphony or the

Beetles play. Not one impactful note of Billie

Holiday or Patsy Kline would have ever crossed

my mind. I would have never known the struggles

of mankind through a Gandhi, a Martin Luther

King Jr. or a Mandela. I would have not ever seen

the brilliance of a sunrise in the East or the glory

of a sunset in the West, not ever tasted a pizza,

nor smelled the fragrence of a rose in bloom. I

would have never known love nor the detestable

ruination of hate. Never would I have had children

to grow and know the lives they have come to know.

And, I could go on and on as I have for 72-years. I

think of it this way, I would not be alive today, born

into the Freedom, USA had it not been for those who

fought and gave their lives, and those who survived

on the Beaches of Normandy, June 6, 1944, D-Day.

I would not know the preciousness of each heartbeat,

the sweetness of each breath I take. For this, and so

much more, I am ever grateful, and to them, I owe all

that I have become.

Chris Hanch 6-6-2019