When it comes to memories, most people make it a point to remember things like previous birthday parties, prom nights, wedding days, etc. But for me, its a little different.
As I walked into my kitchen on this, chilled and lovely morning, I reached for the coffee pot and poured out what was left from my dad's morning fix. I proceeded to fill the glass pot with water, walked to the coffee maker, poured it in, and walked out of the room. 6 minutes later, I returned. The aroma of something wonderful was in the air. I pulled out my favorite coffee mug from the drainer and filled it with what is commonly known as, Joe, bean juice, or the Christian's alcohol. ;) I have not gotten to the point where drinking it black is actually appetizing to me, so, like I do every morning, I opened the fridge, pulled out my French Vanilla Coffee Mate creamer, opened the top and began to pour it into my drink. As the creamer hit the coffee's surface a memory rushed to mind, like it does every morning when I get to this point. A fond memory of the day I got addicted to coffee...
It was 5am on a Saturday morning, 2 years ago. There was a scheduled sunrise service for the HS SWAT kids at the church that morning. There were maybe 10 of us there, and of the 10, the ones I remember being there are Me, Kylie Campbell, Daniel Hooper, Tyler Bianco, Christina Craig, and Kendall DeWitt. Many of us were having trouble staying awake, considering the hour of day, so someone came up with the idea to make coffee, which is full of caffeine and would wake us right up. So, Kendall went over to the coffee maker and started the brew. She waited a few minutes and then began pouring out the drinks, and as she did, I made a comment of how tired I was. At that moment, she turned to me and said "You should try some coffee." (In a persuasive sort of way.) I was hesitant. Coffee was never something I thought was disgusting, in fact, I always sort of liked the taste of it. But I had never had it straight from the coffee maker. I walked over to her and she poured me a cup. Then the conversation went something like this:
"You want creamer" said Kendall, in a sort of matter-of-fact way.
"Umm Okay.." April replied.
"Here taste it and tell me if you like it. You may want to put more creamer in." Kendall said.
*April took a sip and sorta cringed at the lack of sweetness*
"More Creamer, please!" April said in an urgent voice.
"Here, this should be good. After a while, you'll be able to tell if you have enough creamer, just by the color of the coffee." Kendall said informatively.
At that moment, April took one sip and the taste, mixed with the glorious smell and jolt of caffeine, gave April a feeling she had never known before- the feeling of being addicted to coffee.
The rest of it is history. That was the day and way that my coffee addiction began, and, every morning as I pour my french vanilla creamer into my cup of Joe, I remember the statement Kendall made "You'll be able to tell if you have enough creamer just by the color of the coffee."
4 years ago
