Community

  One of the greatest aspects of the deep south is a sense of community that is ingrained in the hearts of it's people.  It's impossible to meet a stranger.  The inhabitants living south of the south won't allow it.  I like to run around a little track located at the Baptist church close to our house.  It's short and I have to run around it 8 times to meet my 3 mile goal.  In the past, I didn't like crossing paths with other people on my running route.  It's a tricky business...do you say hello, wave a finger, try to think of something clever to say, act like you are lost in endorphins and you don't have time or energy to waste on another human being?  I don't have to debate with my inner self on this little patch of GA.

The two retired farmers who walk every morning have deemed me "War Eagle".  One always wears his UGA hat and the other dons a crimson A.  You can imagine how I acquired my nickname.  We have developed a rapport that consists of momentary "good mornings" and carefully formulated quips.  They're delightful.  I'm often tempted to slow my pace and walk along side them to hear about their gardens and tractors and all they plan on accomplishing during the hours before sundown.  Yesterday, I came across an older lady walking her very large dog.  It was obvious the pooch wanted to travel a bit faster than her "pet".  She asked if I would mind holding the leash as I ran so the pretty pup could be accommodated.  Derma the dog was sweet and stayed right by my side.  Remarkable!  The owner felt comfortable requesting that I run with Derma because she knew that regardless of my feelings, my response would be kind. Had I not wanted to hold a leash or if I was afraid of dogs I would have found a way to compliment her and her canine and refuse her request all in one happy notion. 

My favorite experience on the track involves a dozen cherub faces.  During the summer months I would run just about the time the preschoolers would come out for a walk.  They would be instructed to step to the side of the track and let me pass.  That didn't stop them from giving me high fives and hellos.  Some would even sneak in a little jog beside me.  It was quite delightful.  Now I run a bit earlier after dropping my kids off at school so I usually miss the preschoolers.  One day last week I was late and finished my run just as they were coming out to walk.  Two or three of them recognized me right away and ran towards me!  All of a sudden the entire preschool class was at my feet wanting a big sweaty hug.  It was truly a magical moment.

The culture of this region makes it difficult to develop and maintain true openness even amongst believers. I have often found this frustrating.  Those who know me best know how I fight for continued honesty as I interact with others...especially those close to me.  However, the sense of community found in these hills on the Tennessee Georgia border is steeped in the tradition of politeness and general respect of others.  Most days, I find it refreshing.