There are times when I take
the most wonderful people and things they do for granted. We all do it. I have,
as far as I can remember, rectified the situation with a heartfelt apology and
a well thought out plan to not do it again. I believe that I have succeeded
99.9% of the time, but there is still one apology to be made.
Kaldi, I never knew about
you, and yet for years, have taken your discovery for granted, never once
giving you the appreciation and love you deserve. I realize that we have never
met, being separated by centuries and half a world, but, still….Kaldi, I love
you. Sincerely, madly, and deeply. It was you, the simple Ethiopian goat herder
who noticed the increase in energy of your precious charges after eating
berries from a small tree. You took those magic berries to the local monastery
and told them the story. The abbot, tired and unable to stay awake during the
long hours of prayers, boiled some of the magic berries and drank the potion.
It kept him up all night, and he was so pleased, he shared the magic drink with
the other monks, greatly enhancing their devotional abilities to long hours of
prayer. It was a true miracle.
This miracle potion is the elixir
of life. The sun in my shine. The reason I get up in the morning. The true Love
of My Life. The juice of Jack’s magic beanstalk berries.
Coffee.
>bows head reverently and
gives thanks<
So Kaldi, thank you for your astute observation
of your precious goats, thank you for taking them to the monastery, and thank
you, dear abbot, for having the revelation to boil them into a drink. It is
because of both of you that I have remained felony free for so many years.
