Chick-fil-A - More Than Food
In March 2005 I started a job about a mile from a Chick-fil-A and for the next five years, I went to Chick-fil-A for breakfast almost every work day. During that time, Mr. & Mrs. Kim, Ana the manager, and all of the staff of this Chick-fil-A became my friends and family.
In February 2009, I was diagnosed with liver cancer and needed a transplant. I can honestly say that I could not have gotten through it without my Chick-fil-A family. They were always there for me with encouraging words. We laughed and cried together while I went to my doctor visits, had my chemotherapy, and waited for the liver transplant. If I did not show up for breakfast two days in a row, Ana would call my house to see if I was okay. Finally, I received the phone call that it was my turn for transplant. The second call that I made (I called my wife first) was to my Chick-fil-A letting them know that I was heading to the hospital. I gave my wife a list of who to call after the surgery and along with my family members was Chick-fil-A.
While I was recuperating, my Chick-fil-A family sent flowers and called to check on me. In fact, they called more times than my co-workers from my job. To reduce any chance of infection, except for doctor appointments, I was house bound for almost two months. The day that I received clearance that I could now go out to a restaurant, I had my wife drive me directly from the doctor to my Chick-fil-A that is how important they are to me. Even when I lost my job in March of 2010, I drove 16 miles each way from my home to my Chick-fil-A at least once every two weeks to have breakfast and visit with my Chick-fil-A family. They are now and forever shall be family and part of my life.