Thanks.

I AM THANKFUL:  FOR THE WIFE  WHO SAYS IT’S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,  BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,  AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. FOR THE HUSBAND  WHO IS ON THE SOFA  BEING A COUCH POTATO,  BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME  AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS. FOR THE TEENAGER  WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES  BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT ON THE STREETS.  FOR THE TAXES I PAY  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED .  FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.  FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE  FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,  WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,  AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME. FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING  I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT  BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.  FOR THE PARKING SPOT  I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING  AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .  FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM. FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS  I CAN HEAR.  FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR. FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.  FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF  IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS  BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.  AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MANY E-MAILS  BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.    Live well, Laugh often, & Love with all of your heart!

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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