A Love Letter
You may not know me, but I know you very well so I think it’s time we become better acquainted.
I was born in 1986, the same year the first free standing Chick-fil-opened and I grew up in Hampton, Georgia for my entire childhood, living silently just miles from the famous S. Truett Cathy himself.
Together with many other southerners, you have always been a part of my life. You have provided me delicious food, outstanding sweet tea, and a smile until now. I never realized how much I was in love with you until you weren’t in my life anymore and now I think of you often.
I remember sometime after I graduated High School a friend of mine moved to Miami and lived over an hour from the nearest Chick-fil-A. He constantly told me how much he missed you. I laughed because it seemed so silly to miss a restaurant that much, but I get it now.
A little over a year ago, I left my friends, my family, and everything I knew behind to serve as a Peace Corps Volunteer in the Philippines teaching English. I had no doubt that I would miss my loved ones back at home. But you … I clearly took you for granted.
While living here, I rarely have the chance to eat beef, cheese, or beans but chicken is always available. Still, I crave the simplicity of your chicken sandwich all the time.
I think you are far more than a company selling chicken sandwiches. You represent American and more specifically Southern culture for me; lemon in my tea, waffle fries, “my pleasure,” chicken sandwich cravings on Sundays- these are the little things that just remind me how much I miss Southern culture.
I can’t wait to have a Chick-fil-A sandwich when I go home for a visit this Christmas.
I’m more than a just a fan- you are a family member to me. You are and always will be a part of my life.
Thank you for your simplicity. Thank you for your wonderful chicken sandwiches. Thank you Chick-fil-A.
You are wonderful. I can’t wait to be reunited with you once again.