HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE! I wanted to share this story with everyone, expecially today. AUSTIN'S QUARTER Yesterday morning, short of cash, I asked the kids (ages 8, 7, and 7) to look around the house for some change so their Mother could eat lunch at work. A little change started trickling in, and Austin came forward with a quarter in his hand. He said, "Mommy, this is all I have" and I said thank you and placed the quarter in my pocket without even thinking or looking at it. When I got to work I stopped at the coffee machine and took my change from my pocket. It was then that I noticed in the curve of my palm Austin's quarter and my heart filled with emotion. My little boy had given me the quarter that he had been saving for a very long time. It was a special quarter, very special to him. You see, it was an Indiana quarter. Austin has no Father to speak of, and the Indiana quarter was a reminder of home since he was born there and we now live in Pennsylvania. For the rest of the day my heart soared. YES, I had taught my son to love another so much to give his very last, most important quarter so they could eat. WOW! You know, sometimes you don't know if the teaching methods you are using to raise your children are working, and very rarely do you see evidence that it is. I did not spend Austin's quarter, instead, I took it back to him. As he sat in his desk chair at home I got down on my knees and told him how proud I was that he had shared that quarter with me but I could not bring myself to spend it. I handed it back to him with as much love as I could give him in the moment. I wanted to share this story with you. All around the world this morning people are preparing their turkeys, they will be welcoming loved ones and friends and remembering those we have lost in the past year. Tables will be set and finally, thanks given for our health, safety, prosperity, and the opportunity to join with our loved ones on this very special of days. Food will be eaten, dishes done, and people will be groaning in their chairs. Finally, guests will trickle out the door with a "lovely dinner dear, thank you" as a last farewell. Me? I'll be doing the same as everyone else with one exception. I will still be thinking of my son and that Indiana quarter. Renee Waring