by Annie Tornabene
This month of gratitude, I remember that I am thankful for the lighthouse that has been a beacon of hope during the storms of life.
Through the endless years, a light of hope slowly emerges from it's tall tower in the darken fog... no matter how dark the night may be...or how howling the winds may rage. Hope begins to fill my heart when I see the light. I am thankful for the lighthouse for where would I be if it wasn't for the lighthouse. I would be tossed on the stormy sea.
It's a beacon of hope for all to see. I am thankful for the lighthouse. Together we can make a difference in understanding depression. In an attitude of gratitude, thank you.
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