Roughly 3 years ago the Tann’Talas that first came to the Inn in 2004 after surviving a brain tumor no longer existed. Somewhere in the time frame of 2008 to 2011 he lost his way and became someone else. I became deeply depressed. Chronically angry at the world and the people in it. Tried killing myself twice with thankfully no luck. Lost two very close friends here at the Inn, YeOlde and Dragon Mistress and one in real life my childhood best friend Ronnie Clark all three dying within a year and a half of each other. My other friends and fellow staff members of the Inn put distance between me and themselves as to not be caught in the angry chaos that my life had become. Had no contact with my son or that side of the family. Had no love in my life, other then my Mother, my best friend Marc and the false intimacy with the various dancers at the clubs I worked. I became disabled for life in 2011 and had no income other the $50 dollars a month that I got from my Mother for over 1 year. For almost 6 month to various degrees. I could not take care of myself and had to relay on others to do so and I became even more angry and frustrated that I could do nothing about it. That after 5 years of recovering from my brain tumor I was right back where I started once more. I did not have very many friends left by this time in real life and at the Inn.
I was deeply depressed, lonely, frustrated, disabled, in psychic counseling due to my suicidal thoughts and just plain angry. What did I give thanks for during those years…nothing….at one point not even the Inn, yet somehow deep inside I never lost my love for it.

Well now my life is very much better I know where I am at and what my future holds. Though I’ll always be disabled and never work again I have enough movement in my right arm and full use of my left arm to take care of myself. I now receive a monthly check for life from the United States Government to cover my living expenses and better yet full Medicare to help with my weight and overall health. The Tann’Talas that originally came to the Inn will never return, however a newer, more forgiving, more grown-up version has replaced him. One who has walked the fires of hell. Fought many a demon and dragon and…. Oh Ok enough of that, getting carried away.

So on this Thanksgiving Day, a day for giving thanks, I want to give thanks for the following.

First my Mother. Without her strength, her love and her willingness to put up and stand up to an angry 5’11 360+ pound man by birth her son compared to her 4’9 174 pd frame it is very likely my two suicide attempts may very well have succeeded. Her willingness to bath me, clean me after using the toilet, and feed me at times by hand during the first 4 months because my shoulders were still too damaged to raise them higher then my chest is a testament to her faith in me. Thank you Mom no matter what I will always love you.

Second my very best friend Marc, a best friend like no other before and Mom’s and I’s roommate at a time when a person of his caliber was desperately needed. A former Naval seaman and retired veteran he took over my care in times Mom could not be home to do so, including and not limited to cleaning my ass after going to the bathroom and being the only one willing to giving me medicine by needle into my stomach with no hesitation at all. Say what you will, friends like him are in short supply.

Third the Inn and the people who are found here and among them those I am closest too. Though I put them and the Inn at that time through so much drama, it and they were still here and I was still welcome. Even though a few of those times I should have been banned for life. If not for this tiny spark of this place keeping me going even when I did not realize it or thought I did not want it. I think I would have lost my way forever and in doing so lost the true me. Thank you today Innmates both new and old for making this place throughout the past 10 years a second home.

Finally, but in no way least, the Red Dragon Inn’s Webmaster aka t-catt11 aka Olan. Say what you will good or bad but if not for him the Inn would not exist today. What he has had to do with crashes, rebuilding it more then once, paying for it, and so forth on top of his growing clan of a family, a lesser man would have said F-this a long time ago and just let it fade away. The hard choices he has had to make for the best interests of the Inn, including helping me make a very, very hard but right choice, is nothing less then awesomely epic. If not for his faith and belief in his creation I would not be able to post this here today. When we had the total crash back somewhere in 05-07, can’t remember exactly when, when the talk was that the Inn was dead and gone, Olan would never rebuild it, we need to create a new one, Olan does not care about it anymore, what did Olan do. Well he came and proved everyone wrong, rebuilding the Inn bigger and better. Way to go Boss!

So on this Thanksgiving Day I give thanks to my Mother, Marc, my former Staff-mates, Innmates and Olan for keeping the faith and belief in both the Inn and Me.

So as this is a thread for giving thanks I hope more of you will do so today and the other days leading up to Christmas so that we Innmates can hear what you also are thankful for.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Wishing my American Neighbours a safe and happy thanksgiving!

I wish you all a wonderful day. Take time to be thankful for all our blessing large and small.

I am thankful for all of you that have allowed this guy to pretend he could write. I am thankful for all of for putting up with bad jokes and puns.

Albert, I consider you one of my big blessing (360 pounds qualifies as big). You've helped be a better player in your game so in turn it has helped me be better in others.

Roger, you have let me stretch into areas where I had nearly no confidence.

To all the word game players that kept me here before I dared to venture into a RP game.

To all of my Inn Mates may I share our Thanksgiving Holiday with you and may you enjoy pie even if you aren't celebrating.