Everyone belongs to some kind of community. Some communities are big, while others are not. Some communities do not get along, while others do. Some communities come together through tragedies, while others do not. If I am going to be honest, I have to say the community I have grown up in and live in today is one of the best there is.
I grew up like any average person in the South. My mom and dad raised me in a small, one-story house. I was the only child until my little sister came along when I was 6. I went to church every Sunday morning and spent time with my family the rest of the day.
I could never go to Walmart without seeing someone I knew. I still can’t. I can’t get stopped by a red light without getting stopped by everyone following it. I can’t do anything without my parents finding out before I even get home. Everyone knows everyone and everything.
It wasn’t until I got a little bit older when I realized what it really meant to live in Camden.
Just because this community is smaller than most, I think it has the most love.
When my classmate, Drew David, passed away back in August of this year, I honestly did not think Camden would come together the way it did. All the love and support made it a little bit easier to get through such a tragedy. Having dozens of students and coaches at the hospital to say our final goodbyes to Drew, making shirts, bracelets and stickers to honor him, all the fundraisers we did to help raise money for his family, and all the support meant so much to the David family. They saw how much everyone loved Drew and his family.
Recently, one of my real good friends, Sterling Felder, was involved in a serious car accident. I was at the beach with my best friend and my family. As soon as we heard the news, we were trying to find a way to get back home and get to the hospital. We eventually found a way and got to the hospital late that night and didn’t leave until about five hours later. We were back early the next morning. That is when we met his mom. She is one of the sweetest ladies I have ever met. She greeted us with big hugs and thanked us for coming. Throughout the next few days, so many students went up there to comfort his family and spend time with them. People brought all kinds of gifts to his mom and family. I am sure she is so thankful for all the support this community is giving.
Living in Camden means way more than just having its name on all my paperwork. It means having a whole community of people coming together during a tragedy and the same people coming together to celebrate when something wonderful happens. Camden isn’t just a city … it’s a big family.
(Megan Cash is a senior newspaper journalism student at Camden High School. She hopes to attend Coastal Carolina or Charleston Southern to study Physical Therapy or Exercise Science in the fall of 2016. Megan is one of several high school columnists for the Chronicle-Independent, Camden, S.C.)