Unable to give thanks on this Thanksgiving

One of the problems with being an atheist is that there is no one to thank for much of my good fortune.

I was born a white male in the United States in the late twentieth century. That alone provides me with advantages that billions of people do not enjoy.  In the grand scheme of things, these facts alone are the ones that have made the greatest impact in my life, yet it was only blind luck that made it happen. 

Had I been born in Africa, the Middle East, South America, many parts of Asia, or hundreds of other locales, I would've likely faced hardships that I will never know as an American.  Disease, hunger, a lack of basic human rights, Third World economic limitations, and millions of other factors could have hindered my success.

Had I been born a woman, I would have spent my life battling the proverbial glass ceiling, sex discrimination, reduced wages, the lack of acceptance on a football field, perpetual chills regardless of temperature, and the stupidity of high heels.

Had I been born a minority, I would've undoubtedly faced prejudice and racism throughout much of my life.

Had I been born earlier than 1971, I might have faced combat in Vietnam, Korea, or in the European or Pacific theatres during either of the World Wars. I could have suffered through the Great Depression or the Civil War, or been subjected to untold numbers of diseases that have since been eradicated.

I was born at the dawn of the Internet, a member of the last generation of human beings to grow up without the Web but enter adulthood during its emergence.  As a result, I enjoyed an offline childhood but an online adulthood.  Perfection in my opinion.  

I am also healthy and intelligent.  I don't require a great deal of sleep and have exceptionally good blood pressure. 

Without even mentioning my remarkable wife, my perfect daughter, or my assortment of amazing friends, I am already ahead of billions of people on this planet, and it was through no real effort of my own. It was simply a geographic, genetic luck of the draw.

Religion provides people with the notion that God has placed them in this place, in this time, for a specific purpose.  Fate and chance had nothing to do with their birthplace, the color of their skin, or the period in history in which they were born. For the devout, God had a hand in all of these decisions.

While I find this sentiment silly and self-centered, I also find it tragic that so many people can believe that an all-powerful deity has blessed them with such great fortune, above billions of other human beings, and yet they still choose to squander these imaginary blessings on lifetimes of middling, ordinary, lazy existences.

What would God say if he was generous enough to place you in America during a time of relative peace and prosperity only to find that you spent 28 hours a week watching television? 

If he's the Old Testament God, watch out for the trapdoor that you're likely standing on! 

All I want to do is thank someone for being born where I was, when I was, and as I was.

Yet in the end, it was nothing more than dumb old luck.