When I was sick, at one point when I was registering at the hospital the guy checking me in was blowing on a hot cup of coffee. It was cheap hospital coffee in a styrofoam cup that couldn’t have been that good. But I coveted that cup of coffee. My stomach was so sensitive coffee was impossible for me. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to enjoy it again. And I knew he was taking that cup of coffee for granted.
Well, this morning I’m sitting here enjoying a cup of coffee. It might be the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.