Thankful to the End

Angular rain and sleet fell like little crystals of glass against his already frost-bitten face and neck.  After he had heard from a friend that the fierce People’s Iron Guard was bent on killing him, he had to flee from his home.  Time did not even permit him to get properly dressed for this November weather.  Now, however, he forgot his physical state, and began to think, meditate, and pray. He thought how strange it is that one should be driven from his warm home on this Thanksgiving Day....