I’m grateful for the dozen times I moved, and the half dozen trailer parks I’ve lived in my life, so I have perspective of the beautiful my-kids-have-never-experienced-uprooting, one-time home I’ve created with my wife.
I’m grateful for the chaos of my childhood to witness the need for the opposite for my children when I became a father.
I’m grateful for the suffering and the divorces of my parents so that I could see which side tried to make it work and which side didn’t so I could see what sacrifice looks like.
I’m so sad for all the things that little kid Damon had to go through. But I’m so grateful for how tough that little kid was. Because everything he endured are all the things that have since set me free.
Learning to have gratitude for the suffering is my way of hoping to return the favor and finally set that kid free, too.
