My Little Dad
In October 2006, my dad had a very bad stroke. Just out of the blue, he could not swallow well at all. Everything had to have thickner in it. He was in the hospital for 6 weeks and started craving chicken and I thought about your Nuggets. I went and got him some since your store was really close to the hospital. I fed them to him. He said that was the best chicken he ever ate and almost every day he wanted Chick-fil-A Nuggets.
God worked everything out those 6 weeks. I work for my local county and for that whole 6 weeks my job took me right behind the hospital that my dad was in. So I got to go have lunch with him and mom every day. It was sad and happy too. During those 6 weeks my dad and I got really close. He would not eat for anyone but me. He waited for me to get there with his Chick-fil-A Nuggets. They are small and I used to hate how small they were, but I learned to love them then. I still had to pinch off smaller pieces for dad and he would act like he was going to bite my finger.
We lost my dad on December 22, 2007, but I thank God for the time I got to share with him. We were never close before, but we bonded during that 6 weeks in the hospital thanks to your Nuggets.