It’s 6:58 a.m. Thanksgiving morning, and you jolt up in bed, suddenly wide awake. In the fog of sleep, as the memory of your strangely poultry-themed dream fades away, one thought surfaces: the potatoes. You never bought the potatoes.

As it happens though, you’ve got just enough time to dash to Weis for a bag of spuds before the bird needs to go in the oven. So, you throw on clothes, grab the keys to the Facebook Marketplace car your dad proudly negotiated down “two hundred bucks,” and roar off down Main Street.

You’re not the only one. When you arrive, the store is crowded with folks who also started Thanksgiving with a small heart attack over missing biscuits, cranberry sauce, stuffing or green beans.

Luckily, when you careen into the produce section, a worker is unloading a fresh shipment of Idaho potatoes. She hands you a bag and wishes you a happy holiday. The cashier bagging them echoes the sentiment.

On your way back, admittedly hungover from the biggest drinking night of the year, you can’t resist stopping at Dunkin’ for a donut and coffee, which you devour with zero ceremony.

Then, of course, the gas light flickers on. You roll into Sheetz and hand over $20 to the clerk to put on pump four.

You finally pull into the driveway a little after 9 a.m., just as your sister’s Uber from State College Airport pulls up, marking the end of her long journey from Florida to celebrate with you.

While she rests, you tackle the side dishes and slide the turkey into the oven. This year, you went with one from a local farm — and donated the one you earned with your Weis Points to your elderly neighbor, who’s feeling the pinch from rising heating and grocery costs.

As you peel potatoes for the mash, your clumsiness catches up with you. One slip of the peeler and a chunk of skin comes off your finger instead of potato. You cry out, and your sister — panicked — calls 911.

The kindly dispatcher reassures her that an ambulance is on the way and that you’ll be well taken care of. In only a moment, two EMTs appear in your doorway and quickly bandage up your finger.

An ambulance seems like overkill, so you thank them and hop into the passenger seat of that Facebook Marketplace car, and your sister drives you to the emergency room at UPMC Lock Haven.

The nurse takes one look, stitches you up, and by noon, you’re out the door.

With all the morning madness, your mom came by to pick up where you left off. By late afternoon, the table is set, and your whole family is gathered around, giving thanks for one another.

Over the course of your morning, no less than 10 people helped you reach the finish line to enjoy a hearty, if expensive, meal, lovingly made and shared with the people you’re most thankful for.

There was the delivery driver who spent over 30 hours bringing those potatoes to your store, the Weis workers who stocked them and scanned them for you, the Dunkin’ crew who made your coffee and handed it over, the Sheetz clerk — and all the people it took to get that gas here from Saudi Arabia. There was the Uber driver who picked up your sister, the flight attendants and pilots who brought her safely from Orlando, the local farmer who raised the turkey and the growers who produced those potatoes in far away Idaho. There was the 911 dispatcher, the EMTs who came to your rescue and the nurse who stitched you up and sent you back into the world. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

We often forget how interconnected we are — how much we depend on one another to keep our world spinning.

Today, we invite you to give thanks for the people who quietly make Thanksgiving — and our lives — possible.

Because we don’t know one another, it’s easy to overlook our shared contributions to our community, our country and the world. But every once in a while, it’s worth remembering that we are all part of one great, 7-billion-strong village.

So, if you’ve made it this far, take a moment: share in the comments on our Facebook page, or at least around your dinner table, who made it all possible — and thank them.

Happy Thanksgiving!