Sam’s ears perk up (Sam is my room mate, 17-pound kitten) and it is only then that I realize my peace and quiet is going to be interrupted, that I have company.

Sam’s ears perk up (Sam is my room mate, 17-pound kitten) and it is only then that I realize my peace and quiet is going to be interrupted, that I have company.  

At the front door, are four handsome all American youngsters, doffing their shoes before they ring the bell. How blessed I am. Stopping by for just a few minutes, they very respectfully take a seat and we enjoy a conversation about world affairs.  I learn about how they are spending the day and as we discuss what is going on up Big Sugar, they enthusiastically share with me scenes that I know are there but I have never personally witnessed. They share with me their opinion of the current school administrators and how they would like some input to improve the scholastic climate.   

They pull out their cell phones and vow they are going to capture more views of the caves, the views to share with me and inquire, very seriously, just how do I feel about deer hunting and why.  What have I witnessed on the creek banks and over on the island, across the creek.

Pineville has a wild and wooly reputation, but today it is a peaceful all-American town. A town in which 13-year olds are safe as they wander the creek banks, the woods and city blocks, as they drop in and visit lucky senior citizens like me. We discuss their recent hair cuts and they  enlighten me as far as their requirements, their opinion of the local barber, and some of their plans for the next school holiday. On their departure, as they vow to stop by on their way as they go back home, I resume my book by Gene Stratton Porter, “Girl of the Limberlost.” And count my blessings.  

Listening to KNPR and FOX News, one would think the world is, indeed, going to Hell in a handbasket and all is hopeless, with nothing to be done to stop it.  I am reassured as I consider these four young men, very serious as they consider their future, their daily lives, their fears and their hopes for a future. I am grateful. Grateful to the parents who have raised these young people with manners and sensitivity, grateful to city government, who works to keep the streets and the area safe and as Thanksgiving season  approaches, I am grateful for a country who in spite of mistakes and some errors, nevertheless, has a base of a Bible and a Constitution that recognizes that what counts is character, that the rule of ...

All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.”  (Matthew 7:12)

Grateful for these young Americans who are indignant and incensed when they hear of cruelty or unfairness, I pray they will maintain these standards and attitudes as they mature and become husbands, fathers, leaders of our community, our nation.  Today I am thankful for these many blessings in my life.  

Wishing you a Thanksgiving that is filled with blessings and may you have a similar happy interruption of your day.         

Alberta Anders writes a weekly column for the Daily News.