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Today I am very happy to participate once again in the coffee conversation spaces, where every week with greatly selected topics we can talk about life around the magical beverage that accompanies us every morning.

This is an experience of my first works, I was about 21 years old, I want to clarify that to understand it you must have a little faith, but without focusing on any kind of religious themes, since that is not my intention, so please take it only as how I understood this unusual event that happened one afternoon while drinking coffee and that marked my life. This is not one of my literary stories, absolutely everything I will tell you happened in real life.

Despite my young age, I had assumed the main management of a bus company, as you can imagine the responsibility was enormous and the desire to demonstrate that I could do it successfully was the engine that drove me, although in an irrational way.

The work environment was full of chaos, where stress and pressure were part of the order of the day, forcing me to stay in the facilities from very early in the morning when the buses would leave to cover their routes and I would see them crossing the gate while drinking a big cup of hot coffee steaming in the cold outside, until late at night.

My life was a complete disaster, I had problems with my girlfriend, an overwhelming job, and a lot of pressure from the unions, the owners of the company supervised me continuously because they did not believe that someone so young could do well and a lot of other things that led me to gain many kilos of weight, eating junk food and sleeping only about 4 hours a day, to the point that the volcano erupted, and I ended up many times in the hospital with high blood pressure crisis.

I tell you all this, so you can understand how my life was and put yourself in my place for a few seconds, feeling the weight I had on my shoulders. Well, there came a convulsive Friday afternoon in which violent protests broke out in the city and all the buses were on the street.

It was already past 6 p.m., the sun was barely illuminating the horizon that could be seen from my office window, and my nerves were overwhelming me to unprecedented levels, as I drank coffee in large quantities while shouting over the radio to all the units to return to the parking lot as soon as possible.

In the middle of a moment of desperation and the solitude of my office, suddenly the environment was filled with the smell of freshly baked cookies, it was a sweet fragrance like honey with a touch of cinnamon that simply anyone would love, that seemed strange to me in the building, But just as I was about to leave, I saw coming down the hallway two young people in light and colorful clothes, you could say they were kind of hippies, in leather sandals, linen clothes and long hair braids woven with artistic decorations.

Something in the smiling faces of these people immediately transmitted a peace I had never felt before, leaving me completely paralyzed, as they walked in my direction with a wicker basket full of cakes, sweets, and donuts, which they told me they sold to survive, while they placed the container on my desk so that I could choose what I wanted to buy from them.

I remember that they seemed very kind, so I liked them so much their presence At that moment of loneliness and uneasiness, I invited them to sit down and share a cup of coffee with me, while we talked about topics that I no longer remember, but that I assure you were full of messages that changed my life, one of those phrases that I remember perfectly was one of the girls, that when she had the trace of coffee in her hands, she was delighted with the aroma of coffee and said with a smile:

— "Coffee is magic."

My selection of sweets was a chocolate donut and a cinnamon cake, perhaps the most delicious I ever tasted in my entire life, that's why even when I have the opportunity to consume a dessert in a coffee shop, I ask for one of these delicacies with a dark brown coffee very hot, because its flavor brings memories to my mind that fill me with peace and allow me to think clearly.

Maybe you don't believe in angels, but thousands of ancestral cultures and religions, assure you that in some moments of anguish they can visit you, leaving a sweet smell in the environment for me, this was a completely unusual experience, while drinking coffee with these friends from heaven.

Thank you for reading

This is an Original Story written by @susurrodelmisterio for Hive.

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