"Fil-A" Of Friendship
When the Chick-fil-A opened in Glen Mills, PA, my mother told me stories about her visit to the fast food restaurant. I paid little attention to her excitement over chicken sandwiches UNTIL she started telling me that she and my father were going out to dinner with a nice gentleman who worked at Chick-fil-A. Strong friendships were formed over many senior coffees and chicken sandwiches with Nate. Go figure! My parents' community connections were prominently formed at the local Chick-fil-A.
Missing the action, I joined my parents for lunch. My mother introduced me to the owner, Jim. He stopped by our table and she told him all about me. He smiled and sat down with us. Somehow, I gathered he heard all of this previously. Another customer overheard us talking and asked if my family was related to "so and so" from a nearby town. As we responded "yes", the stranger told us about my father's father and gave him great compliments. Since I enjoy writing, I asked the "stranger" if he would mind meeting up with me again for an interview. While he hesitated, Jim took out paper and a pen and handed it to the customer. A few months later the "stranger" and I once again ate Chicken sandwiches over nostalgic conversation.
In January 2012, my parents were in the hospital together. On my way home from visiting them I stopped at the Chick-fil-A drive thru. Peering out the car window with the food in hand, I gave the clerk my phone number and asking her to give Nate the news. Sure enough, Nate later called me to inquire about my parents' well-being.
In December 2012, my brother passed away suddenly and Nate came to the funeral. Later, we were invited to Chick-fil-A for a family meal.
In May 2013, my mother passed away suddenly as well. Both Jim and Nate came to the funeral. Later they brought meals to the house.
My father frequently asks to go to Chick-fil-A. Nate gives my dad a handshake and a hug. Jim smiles and tells my mother's stories vividly bringing memories to my heart!