Ya know, there are so many good things that have happened to me in my life. I was, as a child, taught to send a thank you note whenever someone did something nice for me. As an adult, I fear I have failed to do that.

I should have sent a thank you note to Ken Kessey who wrote "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". Not only was it a wonderful book to read, but it gave me a great sense of achievement when I directed it as a play for my local theater group.

The Eagles..their music has given me hours of enjoyment. They were especially important to me when I was undergoing radiation treatment and their songs served as background music to help me endure the unpleasant procedure.

I should have sent a note to Scott, the radiology tech who made sure the Eagles CD was playing while I was on the table.

Number One Child never got a note from me for the time she wrote out a rather large check so that I could get a new engine put in my car. She had difficulties of her own but put them aside for me..and she never asked me to pay her back...I said thank you, but I didn't send a note.

My Dad taught me how to laugh, the value of a good sense of humor...which I found to be most helpful all of my life. He didn't get a note either.

Sister Ancilla showered me with kindness when I felt like an unwanted, unloved little girl. She gave me the gift of unconditional love....and I never thanked her.

Humphry Bogart entertained me from the big screen...he made me believe that people are not always what you see on the outside. Nope...never even sent him a fan letter.

Child Number Two held my hand and tended to me during the throes of chemotherapy...she coaxed me to eat...took me to my appointments..mothered me. I have yet to send her a note.

John F. Kennedy sparked my interest in the political process. "Ask not what your country can do for you..." was one of his most famous speaches..it validated my feeling of contributing to the community. I didn't tell him that.

Child Number Three once gave me a plaque that declared me to be "The World's Best Mother". I still have it, I still treasure it...but I never wrote a thank you note.

Sam Kennedy who was an editor at my local newspaper gave me my first chance to become a published writer. He also introduced me to little theater which became very important to me. I should have sent him a thank you note.

Child Number Four gave me dandelion boquets when I felt blue. He gave me immortality when he named his only child after me. Nope...he didn't get a note either.

Aunt Louise gave me everything...a sense of right and wrong, the value of forgiveness, unconditional love, and a warm hug when tears would flow. I wish I had sent her a note.

Child Number Five helped lift me from the depths of despair. She boosted my self esteem when I was low and brought sunshine back into my life. No note to her either.

The list could go on endlessly...but I'm sure you get the point...just saying thank you is sometimes all we can do. But, wouldn't it be nicer if we'd take that extra time and put it in writing. I'm gonna try harder.

Thank you for coming here and sharing my thoughts.