Thank You!

How these two little words helped one man positively transform his life.

By John Kralik, Los Angeles, California

As appeared in

Some people wake up happy. I’m not one of them. But even for me, New Year’s Day 2008 was an all-time low. I was on my second divorce. The law firm I’d started was hemorrhaging money. I was working so hard I hardly ever talked to, let alone saw, my two grown sons.

I lived in an apartment so small I was embarrassed to have my seven-year-old daughter stay over. And my girlfriend had just broken up with me.

I’d planned to go hiking that morning with her, but now I headed out on the Echo Mountain trail above Pasadena alone. It was a beautiful southern California day. Other hikers had their binoculars out, trying to catch glimpses of the Tournament of Roses Parade winding through the streets below.

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I walked deeper into the brush, relieved to lose the sounds of the marching bands.

Then I took a wrong turn and lost the trail itself. Great. As if I needed a reminder that I’d lost my way in life. How had I gone from being an idealistic college kid with dreams of becoming a writer to a broken-down 52-year-old lawyer who hated his job?

Well, it was New Year’s. Time to make a resolution. If I wanted to find meaning in my life again, maybe I needed to revisit those old dreams. I’d written a lot back in college. Then I became a lawyer and soon had a family to support.

I packed my manuscripts in a box. I’d carried that box from house to house to ever shabbier apartments. This year I should write something, I thought. And actually finish it. But I knew it was futile. I had no time, no energy.

I stumbled in the rough, feeling more of a loser than ever. Then I heard a voice, a loud, clear voice, saying, “Until you learn to be grateful for the things you have, you will not receive the things you want.”

Who was talking to me? There was no one around.


For some reason, I thought of my grandfather. He was a successful businessman and investor. By the time he was my age, he’d already retired. He would wake up and check stock prices, then spend his day playing golf.


I remembered the present he gave me when I was five. A shiny silver dollar. It seemed an impossibly large sum. It came with a lesson. “I will give you another,” my grandfather said, “if you send me a letter thanking me for this one.”

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Sounded like a good deal. I sent him a note and received a second silver dollar, but the notes–and silver dollars–stopped there.

Maybe I can pick up where I left off, I thought. My office manager had ordered some elegant stationery and matching envelopes. We were going to lose our lease soon, and the return address on the envelopes would make the stationery useless for work. But I could do something with it.

What if I wrote a thank-you note to someone each and every day of this New Year? If my grandfather was right, I would end up with a lot more of what I was thankful for. And if that mysterious voice was right, I would begin to get the things I wanted.

I found the trail again and made my way down the mountain and home with a new determination. This was one resolution I was going to keep.

The logical place to begin was with thank-yous for my Christmas presents. My older son had given me a fancy single-cup coffeemaker–perfect for a caffeine freak like me. So I wrote him a note.

Then I went to address the envelope and realized I didn’t even know his address...because I’d never been to his apartment. I felt ashamed. He deserved better. I called to get his address.

“Glad you called,” he said. “I wanted to stop by tomorrow. Maybe we can go to lunch.” That was unusual. Even more so was our lunch the next day.

We didn’t go anyplace special–just a burger joint where I used to take him when he was a kid–but we ended up having an amazing conversation, maybe the first real conversation we’d had in years. To think this started with a simple thank-you!

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Thank you for a wonderful positive story and your positive action. I am in a place where I need to be thankful for what I have. God Bless You!

Thank you so much for telling your story; I along with everyone who has read this or will read it will be touched by your ability to share your feelings. There are not alot of people who would even tell someone thank you verbally, much less take the time to write it down; how refreshing!!!! I just know that you made a difference in so many lives because you cared; and I wonder how many of them have saved those notes of encouragement and look at them often! God Bless You John

Thank you for sharing your story John! After reading this, I looked around me and started being "grateful" for ALL that I have instead of dweling on what I think I "need"!!! God bless you! :)

Thank you for this wonderful story. (See, I'm learning quickly. :D)


This is the sweetest, most inspirational story I've read in a very long time.

I'm one of those happy and oh-so-perky-first-thing-in-the-morning people that many find so annoying. I didn't start out that way!!! God slowly made me into one of those people after decades of depression and near-suicidal thinking. The difference? Cultivating a grateful heart.

My journey towards having a heart full of gratitude - one that says "Hallelujah anyhow!" - was completely different to yours, but I recognise the emotions and changes you encountered along the way.

Thanks for taking the time to share your story John. It's much appreciated.


Thank you so much for writing this.