Enid is home
I just read a commencement address given by George Saunders at Syracuse University in 2013.
He encouraged the graduates to do the ambitious things in life, but also pleaded with them “to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness.”
Whenever I hear the word kindness, my mind returns to Oklahoma — and in particular, to Enid. Our life on active duty in the Air Force is what originally took us to Enid.
We always tried to be involved, wherever we were stationed. Angela was much better at making friends. I made a lot of acquaintances. But very few true friends. Until we moved to Oklahoma.
Until Angela got sick.
She was diagnosed less than three months after we moved to Enid. And for the next three and a half years, Enid rallied around us. We made lifelong friends. Friends in our neighborhood, at Church, at school, at work.
The kindness of the Enid community poured out. Another family brand new to Enid brought us a delicious, home-cooked Southern meal complete with color-coordinated cups and toys for our kids.
A total stranger walked by us in the hospital CT scan waiting room, then turned around and came back and said, “I don’t know you, but when I saw you, I felt I needed to pray with you.”
Co-workers also pulled me aside when my “happy” face wasn’t fooling anyone and prayed for my family and blessed me.
Church friends helped with everything from birthday cakes to re-roofing our home. Our elementary school rallied behind us. Our extended family who traveled to help was immediately adopted by our Enid family.
Because of all of you, even the painful memories are sweet. Please continue to “err in the direction of kindness.”
Enid will always be home.
David Adamson, Enid