As Thanksgiving approaches, I realize I have had a change of heart in the past year, and I am so grateful. I spent many years being embittered and angry, deeply resentful of the hand life dealt me. "Why me, God?" I asked. The truth was, I was angry at God. I believed God existed, but I didn't trust him. I didn't anticipate a good future -- in fact, I didn't anticipate living until age 30.