I have fond memories of hot tea with milk and sugar. This is strange because I don’t drink it much these days – I prefer coffee. Here’s a quick story about how I came to like tea.
It was 7th or 8th grade – I can’t remember which – it was a long time ago! On the second day of school at Coolidge Junior High, I barfed right there in the classroom. I’d had cereal for breakfast so you can imagine.
Long story short, I never made it back to school that year. The illness would repeat: every morning, sick; afternoon, improvement. Doctor visit after doctor visit followed. The practiced guess was either Hepatitis (don’t know which one) or Mono (I’m not going to try to spell it). Good news, I got better.
I was cool that both my parents were teachers in our town, so they were able to have my instructors that year provide (literally) home work. I passed the year.
Here’s the tea part. Late each morning, as I was starting to feel better, Mum would make me a cup of tea with milk and sugar, and maybe some toast. These days, when I drink tea, it’s when I don’t feel good. The tea helps. 🙂
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Those things that comforted us as children will always comfort us.
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