Here it is:
“A half year had passed since our move to new offices. As legal cases accumulated, so did the file cabinets in the middle of our space. But there was still room left. And on the day before Thanksgiving, the area in front of my desk began to fill with tables and chairs, ham and turkey, cakes and yams, and salad and vegetables assembled by everyone except me. When our office manager had sent the potluck invitation around, I had been too distracted by the latest emergency motion.”
“After everyone had gathered for our little party, they grew suddenly quiet. It was one of those silences into which I would ordinarily project a joke. But I didn’t, and when someone asked if I wanted to say something, this is what I said: “When we began this year, I made a New Year’s resolution that I would try to find one thing each day for which I would be grateful. It is now November. I have kept that resolution. And what I found each day as I searched for someone or something for which to be grateful was that the answer was very often the people I see every morning, who help me through each day, who do the difficult without questioning whether it is necessary, and who look for ways to do more than what is asked. I have learned how truly lucky I am to have in my life the people who are gathered around this table. You have made our firm a good one, and made my life a good one. On Thanksgiving I can truly see at this table how blessed I am and how much I have, how much I should be thankful for.”
“I could see a smile of sympathy in my paralegal’s eyes. Two of the lawyers looked at each other. Then someone asked my partner if she wanted to say anything.”
“Not after that,” she said.