I hope all is well, dear readers, because this is a very special day. It was one of those days where I woke up this morning feeling blessed to be a novelist, blessed to have amazing fans like you all, and blessed to be able to pursue whatever, ridiculous, mind-numbingly outlandish idea that courses into my head and I decide to turn into a novel.
Seriously, life couldn’t be better. I have a great family. My friends are impossible to beat. God is constantly providing me with any provision I could need and giving me things I don’t deserve. I even have a great dog, although he’s on my list after trying to pull a fast one on me this morning (just email me if you want the whole story). I have amazing scholarships allowing me to go to a top-50 private university for an exceptional rate. My “job” is getting paid for doing what I have dreamed of doing my whole life. How insainocrazily cool is that? I am a fiction novelist – a professional liar – and I want to continue this until the day that I die. And then there are the side-jobs: The Tulsa World, substitute teaching, the eBay business. I couldn’t imagine a better life.
But the real question is this: have I done anything to deserve what I have? Have I accomplished enough that I should walk around like the world owes me? Did I earn this blessed life? Have I achieved enough to be qualified?
The answer to all of those questions, dear readers, is no. I have done NOTHING to earn any of the blessings of my life. Nada. Zilch. Zero. In fact, it has nothing to do at with what I have done, but instead everything to do with the sacrifices made by countless brave men and women. You see, today is November 11th (unless, of course, you are among that unimaginably small percent of the American population that doesn’t check my blog EVERY day of the year and you are reading this late), and that means today is Veterans Day! This is a day dedicated to the heroes of our country – the people that make what I do possible. No matter how many novel-worthy ideas I have, or how many friends I can make, or what dream university I want to attend, none of that would matter one tiny little bit if it wasn’t for the heroic men and women fighting for the freedom of this country.
So Veterans, this one’s to you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I mean it. I know that I am blessed, but more importantly, I know that I am blessed because of the daily sacrifices that each and every one of you make. You are the people who make living this life possible, and I am eternally grateful for all that you do. May God protect you as you strive to keep this country grand.
Readers, no matter what day of the year it is, if you see a veteran, please shake their hand. Give them a hug. Tell them they are appreciated. They sacrifice so much for us that we can never repay them, but we can at least show them we love them.
Thanks to all.
– Jesse Haynes