A few days ago at Chick-fil-A, I was working the drive-thru window during our lunch shift. An older man pulled up to the window with his dog in the passenger seat of his little red car. The man’s name was Tom. Since his food wasn’t ready yet, I decided to make polite conversation with him while we waited. He was a nice man, and seemed happy to talk. I commented on how sweet his dog was, and inquired as to its name.
“His name is Fred,” Tom replied as he pet the dog’s brown head. He gave Fred a warm smile as he scratched behind the dog’s scruffy ears.
“What kind of dog is he?” I asked, grinning.
“No idea,” said Tom. “I found him as a stray when he was just a pup.”
“Where was he?”
“On the golf course where I work. He was just a little thing running around, so I picked him up and took him home with me. And now, he’s been coming to work with me every day for the past thirteen years.” Tom gave Fred another warm smile – a smile that is reserved for only the best of friends. A smile radiant with love. A smile that said “thank you.”
I thought about Tom and Fred for the rest of the day. Something about the pair of them really struck me – how clearly I could see that Tom loved Fred with everything in him, just from one short conversation at the drive-thru window. Fred looked at his owner through his big, brown eyes, and reflected the same kind of love Tom felt towards the dog – a warm, true, pure kind of love. The kind of love that’s built over years of work and friendship. The kind of love everyone wants.
Tom and Fred showed me that even during a time of sickness, division, and despair, warmth can still be found. Hope can still be found. Love can still be found.
Tom and Fred reminded me that there’s still some good in this world. The kind of good that’s worth fighting for.
And I’m ready to fight.