I exist because strangers chose to welcome my ancestors and care for them. That willingness to welcome others, to provide for outsiders and see them through hard times, is something that I feel deeply grateful for. Whenever I hear people speak of Thanksgiving, I am reminded of these things. I am humbled and inspired.
Thinking with appreciation and humility, how have others helped and welcomed you or your ancestors? How can you offer help and welcome to others going forward? A door was opened for you or your ancestors—you were helped through hard times, or given an opportunity, or saved when life looked grim. What can you do to open that door for others to come?
Who may yet become your family?
We are all strangers to one another, until we are not.

