I’m thankful to live in a country where, when my 11 month old son is vomiting, I can walk to the drugstore and buy water with electrolytes and sugar tailored for his condition. (And I’m thankful to be able to afford it.)

I’m thankful to live in a time when, when my 11 month old son has a 104 degree fever, I can give him acetaminophen and his fever will decline. (And I’m thankful to be able to afford it.)

I’m thankful to be able to call a nurse after hours, and get guidelines on what changes in my son’s condition indicate that we should seek immediate medical attention. (And I’m thankful that, had we needed to go, we have health care coverage.)

Yup, I’m a lucky guy. And my son’s a lucky guy, even if he isn’t feeling so great right now.