I guess I need to check my calendar. I had assumed this was Thanksgiving Week, but according to the television ads, it’s Christmas already — or “the Holiday season,” for the politically correct.
There is just one problem. I haven’t yet had the chance to express my gratitude or to tell you why. Plus, I need to remind myself on occasion that I have it pretty good and to stifle the whining.
No whining allowed in this space today. Just thankfulness.
There could be no mention of Thanksgiving without mentioning the late Furman Bisher, sports editor of The Atlanta Journal-Constitution and the finest writer I ever knew, whose annual Thanksgiving columns were unparalleled masterpieces. I am thankful for the evenings we spent together overlooking the marshes on St. Simons, as he recounted his time with Ty Cobb, Shoeless Joe Jackson, Bobby Jones, and just about every other famous sports figure of his time.
Thanksgiving Day is always on or near my birthday, and the more birthdays I have, the more thankful I am. I don’t take them for granted as I once did. Life is fragile.
I am glad to be here because there have been a couple of instances in the not-too-distant past when I almost wasn’t. God spared me for a reason.
Maybe He is giving me a do-over to see if I can get it right this time. (I am trying, God. I promise.)
Since selling the home I shared with the Beloved Woman Who Shared My Name and where we raised our kids, I have made many new friends in an excellent new environment. I am thankful for every one of them. We hail from all parts of the country, and despite our cultural and political differences, we really seem to like each other. Conversely, I have lost several friends this year. I am thankful I got to know them.
Actor Sam Elliot, he of the handlebar moustache and molasses voice, once said, "Whatever we have achieved has been a combination of hard work and a lot of luck."
I was taught the importance of hard work by my parents, who exemplified the example.
But luck has also played a big role in my life. The right people crossed my path at the right time. Dr.
Raymond Cook was my professor when I was on the verge of quitting or flunking out of college my freshman year. His teaching style inspired me to keep going and earn my degree. It took me 40 years to find him retired in Valdosta to thank him personally. We remained great friends until his passing at 99.
No one had a greater influence on my life than Jasper Dorsey. He was vice president of Southern Bell’s Georgia operations when I was a pup in the business. For some reason, he saw promise in me and thus began my growth as a manager, and more importantly, as a person.
I learned a lot about the telephone business from him, and I also learned many life lessons. Ironically, one of the things Jasper taught me was, you will never lose a friend by saying thank you.
Our paths were remarkably similar. A part of his career was spent in Washington with AT&T.
So was mine. He was an officer with Southern Bell. I was vice president of BellSouth. He was president of the University of Georgia national alumni association. So was I. Upon retirement, he began a new career as a syndicated columnist in Georgia. Ditto. We stayed close until he died.
I share this because I know you have someone or several someones who have shaped your life. On this day, I am grateful for the opportunity to thank both of these great men for the influence they had on my life. I hope you can/will do the same.
I have tried not to make this the usual “I am thankful for ...” column you might have been expecting. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a boatload of things about which to be thankful: My family. My independence.
My memories. My art.
My beloved alma mater.
Hugs.
Sunrises, sunsets.
Laughter, especially in little ones.
Being a Georgian.
Being an American. And last, but not least, having this weekly correspondence with you, thanks to the editors. I have nothing to whine about today.
Thank you.
You can reach Dick Yarbrough at dick@dickyarbrough.com; at P.O. Box 725373, Atlanta, Georgia 31139.