The Power of a Cup of Tea

When my sister-in-law was killed in a car accident, I called a dear friend to come over and sit with me until I could get my s^$% together.  She is Irish (off-the-boat Irish, not Irish on St. Patrick's Day Irish).  She walked in and hugged me, and then said,  "Oh damn, I forgot the tea!  You'll need tea!"  Thankfully, I had some on hand that met her standards.

I've always believed in the power of a good cup of tea.  This story confirms that:  http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Asia-Pacific/2010/1018/He-invites-suicide-jumpers-for-a-cup-of-tea

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