On Monday, the family and I were traveling through South Carolina visiting the extended family when we took a break in Columbia. Not having seen a mall in over two years, we thought it would be fun to stop in at the Columbiana Mall where we ate at their food court.
During lunch, I wanted “Mall Chinese”—I had forgotten how I hated getting harassed by the peddlers shoving “free samples” in my face…oh well, the Chinese was good.
Monica and the kids went to Chick-Fil-A.
I didn’t think about it, but it probably was an armful carrying all of the kid’s meals to the table. I didn’t think too much of it—until I saw the manager carrying her tray as she took care of the kids. I was impressed. This little act improved my already high appreciation for the Chick-Fil-A brand. He was just helping out—and what a wonderful message that sent to me.
I thought about how Monica could’ve used Managers like this in Germany while I was in Iraq—someone to simply take her tray to her seat so she could feed her family. I was so thankful that in Columbia, she was able to find someone willing to help—even if were just a short time.
That is service—that is one restaurant on the top of my favorites list.
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I read you blog all the time. It is touching, brings back remembrances of missionary times in Netherlands w/2 of our 4 children. you inspire me, make me laugh and touch my heart with bits of wisdom and reality.You, your precious wife ands wounderful children are true examples of Christ and family . I salute you and pray for your new journey inChrist. yours friend and colaborer in Him +Bruce & Jan Gossett (25 Yrs. ministry)
Hey Bro, Chick Fil A is a great restaurant. Maybe one day you can come visit mine. Love ya’ll, Darryl