On Thanksgiving Day This is a season to be grateful to the Lord who has blessed us with health, peace and success in our career and school so far. I follow his direction and he has guided me to a bright way no matter it is daytime or at night. It is Lord who has taken care of my basic needs so that I can spare some time to help other people to my capacity though I am still being helped by others. I feel so ultimately blessed in the past years that my parents become healthier and healthier though they are older and older. If they have health problem, I could not focus on my schooling and my job. I feel more than blessed at the point that my son is growing at the same rate with both physical and spiritual health. He is considerate and willing to take most of the daily chores. Actually, as a father going to college, I do not deserve such a nice kid since he has done almost more than what I do. I thank Lord for giving me a nice son. It is an occasion to be thankful to parents who worked day and night to raise us. At their times, it was tough for them to keep the ends meet. But the idea of finding any excuse to neglect us had never occurred to them. The harder their conditions were, the harder they had striven to shed their immeasurable love to us. I have one brother and three sisters. When we were young, our parents were working in a small factory where they just made a small sum of salary. It was hardly enough for food. So when one kid had eye diseases, all the kids had swollen eyes shedding nasty fluids. My father made a big jar of tea and soaked his tongue into tea and licked our eyes several times a day. We were cured very soon. I did not know this until one year when my father was so sick that he could not get up from his bed. I went back to see him. His room smelled bad. I told me my mother of his. My mother did not say anything but tell me how my father cursed my eyes. It is also a time to appreciate my teachers and friends who make it possible for me to start a new life after I suffered setback. Whenever I have a question, the first person I think of is always my teacher. If my teacher is not available, I will recall the methods my teacher taught me and try to solve the problem by myself. Or I will turn to friends and ask them for suggestions. It is my teachers and friends who have mirrored me of my scars or dirt on my face. When I moved to New Jersey, I did not have any furniture. My teacher, Dr. Dongdong Chen gave me some and bought me a set of new bedding.. Last semester, Dr. Chen worked so hard to find funds to help me with my graduate studies at Seton Hall University. At the beginning of this semester my Dr. Chen managed to obtain a fund and I was the one added to TA team. My dean Dr. Leung told me last week that he has been working to raise more fund for graduate students. My classmate, Jingsheng Ren was the first one I corresponded to before I moved to New Jersey. We did not know each other at all. At the snowing night when I drove with a full load of my stuff like a gypsy, he took me to his small one bed-room apartment and let me sleep on his couch. This is rare at this time in USA. If I were a bad guy, his whole family – his son, his wife and him – were in jeopardy. Or if he thought in this way, I should have stayed in my car for one week before my application for an apartment was approved. I love my class and always can not wait for next meeting to see them. In the classroom, we discuss on academic topics, exchange ideas on how to teach more professionally. We share surprising findings of excellent software or internet websites. We help each other, encourage each other and entertain each other. There are no reasons for me not show my gratitude, my thankfulness and my appreciation to the Lord who is guiding me to a brighter goal. It is inevitable for me to find any excuse not to say thank you, Dad and Mom. It is impossible for me not to tell my teachers and friends that my heart is full of warmth from them. With their generous help and love, all these people have changed my life greatly. If I were a stubborn, cold-hearted man before, it was these people who have melted the rock of my indifference. Love alone can awake love. It is this day on which I can not help thinking of these people. Thank you, appreciation and gratitude are the words cramming in my throat. Wish you a very pleasant Thanksgiving Day.
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