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My family moved to Kingsland, Ga September 2010. I was born and raised in the south but had left nearly 15 years earlier to be near my husband's family and to raise our children in a smaller community.

We were low on funds but optimistic that our move was a good gamble. However, during the first two months my family was hospitalized with a bad stomach flu & our health insurance would not cover us in Georgia. Then our only vehicle broke down which depleted our savings account completely.  Then, the cherry on top, we were the victim of a hit and run when someone rear ended us and then sped off.

My husband works hard as a nurse to provide for the family and he is a great person.  I take great pride & responsibility in running everything at home so my family doesn't have to worry about anything. I became depressed and began to wonder if moving was a horrible idea.

One particularly bad day my husband took all of us for a ride and tried to point out all the good points of moving and the bad points of staying where we were.  Even though I knew he was telling me the truth, I could not be convinced. My husband finally said, "We prayed about the move & this was the answer we received, loud & clear."

I still felt bad.  What if we thought we were doing the right thing but really was just running from one bad situation to a worse one?

After driving around we became hungry. Money was tight but we decided we would hit a drive-thru and share a couple of meals in attempt to lift our spirits. We chose Chik-fil-A because we had never there been before.

We were met outside by the manager and a woman taking our order. They said it was just something new they were trying. We explained that we were unsure what to order so we were handed a menu and the manager talked with us while we were deciding. We told him we had moved back to the south after a long time away but nothing of our run of bad luck.

As we moved through the line the kids talked about how nice everyone was. I nodded my head in agreement. I closed my eyes and thanked God for a well placed and hopeful sign that everything would be okay.

When we arrived at the window they handed us our food and told us to have a nice day. My husband informed the woman that we hadn't paid. She said, "Consider this your 'welcome back home.'"

I cried. It was just what I needed. We'll be customers for life.