How Coffee Has Changed My Life (standard:humor, 895 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 02 2025	Views/Reads: 94/45	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Recently, I was sitting drinking a nice hot cup of coffee. It's the first thing I do, and I can't get anything done until I do.

Recently, I was sitting drinking a nice hot cup of coffee. It's the
first thing I do, and I can't get anything done until I do. 

I was thinking about this coffee as I was drinking it and remembered
there was a time when I did not like coffee at all. 

When I was young, my parents made coffee in the morning, and it was the
worst coffee you could ever drink. I tried it and could not get beyond 
the first sip. I tried it with cream and sugar, black, cream, and 
sugar, but none of those ingredients enabled me to drink any of that 
coffee. 

I couldn't understand why my parents drank that coffee in the morning.
It didn't make sense to me, but then a lot of things my parents did, 
made no sense at the time. 

My father had to have a cup of coffee just before he left for work. He
also took a thermos of coffee to work. It never made sense to me. 

It wasn't until many years later that I realized why that coffee was so
terrible. 

After graduating high school, I went to a Bible college where I met the
future Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. My life changed in so many 
ways that it would take a series of books to explain them all. 

The one thing that really changed my life had to do with coffee. 

Up until this point in my life, I never drank coffee. When I went out
with friends to a restaurant, I was the only one who did not order 
coffee. 

I didn't notice until we were married that The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage was highly addicted to coffee. I don't know how I missed that 
before we married, but I did. After we were married, one of the first 
things she bought was a coffee maker. That was the first time I really 
saw a genuine coffee maker. 

Every morning, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage would make coffee.
The smell of that coffee filled the little apartment we lived in then. 
It was an aroma I had never smelled before, and I just couldn't quite 
place it. 

On our first morning in our apartment, she said, "How do you like your
coffee?" I looked at her, smiled and replied, "I like my coffee in the 
coffee pot." 

She didn't understand what I was saying, but she let it go. 

Several weeks later, I began to think through this coffee business. What
puzzled me was why her coffee smelled so much better than I remember my 
parent's coffee. 

I didn't address it because it wasn't necessary. But as the days and
weeks went by, I soon became addicted to the aroma of that fresh coffee 
in the morning. I tried to figure out what the difference was between 
her coffee and my parent's coffee. 

One morning, as she made her coffee, she said, "Why don't you try some
of my coffee this morning? I think you just might like it." 

It took me several weeks to accept her invitation, but I finally agreed
to have a cup of coffee. 

"Do you want cream and sugar in your coffee?" I agreed, so she fixed my
coffee and brought it to me. 

I smelled the coffee, which smelled so wonderful that I couldn't believe
it was coffee. After looking at the coffee for a while, the Gracious 
Mistress of the Parsonage said, "Are you going to taste it or not?" 

Looking at her and smiling, I nodded and took my first sip of real
coffee. It was the most wonderful sip I've ever had. I responded, "This 
is wonderful." 



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