So I worked on Thanksgiving and was feeling a bit sad, missing my children and my huge family. A Thanksgiving dinner at my Dad’s means about 56 or maybe now it’s 60 with new babies and spouses. And for as long as I can remember, Thanksgiving has been filled with too much food, loads of fun, wrestling brothers and family. Always family.
I was assigned to cover the annual Hometown Thanksgiving at the Christ Church United Methodist on Bay Street in Glens Falls. And to be honest I wasn’t really sure what to expect since I am not from the area.
From the moment I walked into the church, I felt at home, like I was with family.
There was good music, good food and more smiles and welcomes than I have seen in a long time. What I was most struck by was the grace and respect everyone had for each other. Shortly after arriving, one of the dinner guests had a medical issue and at first I felt so worried for the guest, and the others sharing the holiday dinner together. But in barely seconds, several volunteers had it under control as if nothing had happened. And they did all this with such kindness and generosity of spirit. One woman quietly called the rescue squad. Another woman cradled the man in her lap and arms, gently rubbing his chest and quietly speaking to him. Someone else rushed over with what looked like a rolled up sweater for under his head. The grace of these women was to me, what family and Thanksgiving is really about.
It was a moment that will stay with me for a long time.