To the editor:
Growing up in the North, Iowa to be specific, southern hospitality is a phrase you would encounter in magazines, television commercials or a conversation with a family member who returned from a vacation below the Mason Dixon Line. But until you have spent a fair amount of time living in the South, you truly have not experienced what southern hospitality is and how fortunate you are that you have.
From 1998-2002, I experienced this from the people of Wade/Falcon. From the moment I entered the doors of District 7 Elementary School to the moment I returned to Iowa, you showed me the warmth and kindness I did not expect nor was I looking for. You invited me into your homes. Introduced me to your family members. Treated me as if you knew me your entire life. Thank you.
It’s been 20 years since I’ve lived in the Wade/Falcon community and I’m sure many people have forgotten about me, but I have not forgotten my time spent there. I don’t think you will ever understand how much you impacted my life. It’s been said that you don’t meet people by accident. For me it was an entire community. You truly shaped the person I am today.
On my way out of North Carolina, I stopped to have my vehicle and U-Haul trailer checked one last time. The gentleman at the repair shop spent two hours rerouting wiring on my vehicle so that the taillights on the U-Haul trailer would function. Offering him a couple hundred dollars as payment, he refused and just said it’s what we do around here. Help each other out.
Wade/Falcon did not disappoint even on my last day there.