by Buzz Wright
I left the house Thanksgiving morning to head over to Le Buzz to meet the other JKG riders for a climb up to Molino Basin where Jason's father, Gary, had promised to meet us with coffee. As I rode over, I remembered the previous Thanksgiving -- when instead of swinging a leg over the top tube I was being slowly and gingerly lowered into the passenger seat of my car by my loving wife. Wearing that horrible back brace and doing my best to pretend like the pain wasn't as bad as it was.
As I warmed up heading to Le Buzz, feeling absolutely no discomfort in my back, I almost burst into tears thinking about how thankful I was.
For having such an amazing wife.
For my parents who have showed me what a beautiful marriage looks like.
For being completely healed from my injuries.
For a career I love and the ability to make enough money to pay the bills.
For inconsistent income to keep me uncomfortable enough to keep praying.
For my nieces and nephews and how they jump at the chance to give me a hug.
For my friends who in so many ways bring joy to my life.
For the Jr. High kids I teach every Sunday, and their desire to emulate some of my traits.
For the Lord to have so much patience for me.