A Home Away From Chick-fil-A
On a freezing Colorado night, January 2010, with my wife and daughter, I drove South from Denver to Colorado Springs. We'd just seen my mother off on her flight home to Missouri after harrowing weeks in a Denver Hospital. She'd had a bad car accident on her way to see us for Christmas. The last two weeks she was in Denver, we'd lodged in the Hospitality Home in the Hospital's parking lot. And just prior to that we'd been hastily evicted from our home in Colorado Springs due to difficulties between co-renters and the landlord. All that we owned had been quickly shoved into storage and our mini-van. We had to take things one day at a time until my mom was safely sent home... and then, on this “one day”, we suddenly found ourselves without a place to stay.
As we approached the Garden of the Gods Ave. exit, my wife asked where we were staying that night. I honestly told her, "I have no idea. But we'll go to Chick-fil-A and figure it out from there." So that's what we did. We enjoyed a warm dinner and found shelter from the cold until we figured out where to go next. This C-f-A, mind you, had only been open for two months at that time -- but it had already become a regular refuge of ours; a place we could count on. We were still settling into Colorado Springs, you see... having moved here just months earlier. So, apart from my new job (just around the block), this C-f-A was one of the first and most comforting constants in our life.
On that cold night, while my daughter played (and my wife was a bit dismayed)... from the safety of our Chick-fil-A, we made a couple calls until finding our much needed night's shelter. I'm just glad we didn't have to try and hide in the playroom for the night!
That's only one example of how this Chick-fil-A and owner, Randy Watson (along w/wife, Linda) have blessed my family.
Today, as I dine in my usual booth, I'm grateful to say I have keys in my pocket -- to our very first home! Our home away from Chick-fil-A, anyway.