Hi Everyone.

How are you doing? I wanted to just write to get some things off of my chest- I've been doing some thinking.

Last night, we had the windows open to let the cool fresh air in. Bobby started to say that he didn't think it would be cool enough to leave the windows open over night, so we checked the weather channel so see what the forecast would be. As soon as I changed the channel, in huge letters on the screen read: Tropical Cyclone Sdir. At first I thought, this year's hurricane season wants to go out with a bang- then I realized, we don't call our storms Cyclones. So we watched. Just off the coast of India there it was in all of its glory. Sdir. A category 5 on our hurricane scale. I looked on in awe at how well formed it was and then I realized that this storm was going to be a killer. The anchor kept talking about the sea level in the countries that the storm was heading for, comparing them to New Orleans when Katrina hit. I started thinking of how those countries might not even know what was coming- Bobby assured me that they probably do. I started asking myself if they had buildings to hide in- to try to be safe. I thought of all of the poor children I always see on those commercials- you know, the one's where they say: If you send $10, it's enough to feed this child for a month. Are there any homeless starving children in those countries? Do they have a safe place?! That's when I started to tear up. I thought: People will probably die tonight.

While we are over here, sleeping safe in our beds, debating on whether or not it will be cool enough to sleep with the windows open, people on the other side of the world will be terrified for there lives! I could only imagine the screams- It's like, I couldn't get it out of my head. So I did the only thing that I knew I could do to help- I prayed. I didn't pray for God to stop the storm, (although now that I think of it I probably could have) I prayed for their safety. I prayed that as they withstood the storm that they would have peace. I prayed that God would protect them and keep them safe.

I don't know if we have any issues with those countries or not- and frankly I don't care. We have buildings. When a storm comes for us- we worry if the roof will leak. Do they even have roofs? I'm sure some of them do- And let me just interrupt myself and tell you, I am not trying to say that those people are so far behind and maybe they live in caves, but, maybe there is a third world country to be affected by this.

Anyway. I am pretty distraught by all of this. And I don't even know anyone from that area, let alone anyone in those countries. I really don't even know why I cried. I just did.
What I wanted to say was: This Thanksgiving, when we are all having sighs of relief because we didn't get hit by a storm this year- And when we sit in our warm houses over HUGE amounts of delicious dinner- Remember what to be thankful for. I am thankful I live in this country where it is not an everyday occurance to beg for food or sleep on the ground under a "roof" made of a tattered sheet. That I have a home with walls, I don't get wet when it rains, or cold when its 50 degrees out. I have clothes and I eat 3 meals a day. I still have my mom. And my dad. I still have my sisters- and my brother. I still have my family, that loves me. And friends that are there whenever I call. I am so thankful that by the Grace of God, I was born and raised in America. I hope those people will be safe. I hope that they will be at peace as they come face to face with hell. And I hope they will rebuil d. I hope that everyone who reads this realizes how much they have, and to be thankful.

Thank you God, for everything.