My familiarity with gratitude goes back to junior high. I knew and respected a young man who was about seven years older than me, and my parents were talking about him and his family.
My mom noticed this young man’s character too. “I asked his mother what she did [to raise such outstanding boys]. She told me, ‘I taught them to say thank you.’” She hoped, I think, that I was listening, and I was.
It was a small awakening for me. Character and thankfulness had intruded into my junior high world. No small feat, indeed.