Many years ago my sisters (and sometimes my Dad) and I would get up early on Thanksgiving morning to go to the Salvation Army to help them get ready for the dinner they serve. We didn't stay to serve (since it was usually too close to our family dinner time), but we'd help set tables and then wrap gifts which had been donated for Christmas. My hometown is blessed with many volunteers, so it got to the point where it didn't seem that our help was needed. Some of the family, including me, stopped going. Well, last year, my 13 year old nephew asked me if I was going. I hadn't planned to, but I happily got up early, picked him up and headed out to help. It was such an incredibly proud moment for me, to see this teenage boy, without even being asked, getting up early on a Holiday to help those less fortunate. He has requested that it be an annual event, so this Thanksgiving morning, I will again rise early and head to his house and while everyone else is sleeping, cart him off for a quick breakfast and onto the Salvation Army. I'm hoping at some point, his younger brother and sister will ask to be included. It's a new tradition, but one that I hold very dear to my heart.