In addition to an undefeated Crimson Tide, there are other things for which I am thankful:
It is helpful at times to reflect back on all that God has done for us. There is an old hymn that includes the lyric, “Hither by Thy grace I’ve come.” And those words inspre me as I think back to that moment in August 1987 when I sat in my ’84 Chevette in the parking lot of the Calhoun (Ga.) Times, praying that I would get the $275-a-week sports editor’s job for which I was about to interview.
The day before, I’d been driving a forklift in a warehouse on Fulton Industrial Boulevard in Atlanta when the call came informing me of this opportunity. “Great,” I said. “Just one question. . . . Where in the hell is Calhoun, Georgia?”
Well, it was there that I met and married my wife. Sometimes I recall the prayer I said in that parking lot and think, “Wow. I ought to pray more often.”
Read the rest, and enjoy your turkey!
