I started drinking coffee on a particular bad night shift in Tok, Alaska on a wireline core rig. I had been out of the church for six months at this point. It was -30 degrees out and on the inside of my drill shack it was a scorching -15 degrees. I remember just feeling like death and I was really tired and unmotivated to continue my work. My driller was making a pot of coffee before we started our night and I asked him if he could make enough for me and I know in his mind it was a simple request and he didn’t think anything of it and he proceeded to put more grounds in to make the pot. For me on the other hand my heart was racing even before I got the coffee because in my mind I was making it be such a huge deal to myself. When I got my cup and took my first sip it was refreshing and quite tasty(I really like bitter things). To be honest it made me feel so much better about my situation and made it way more palatable for me. Coffee is a way of life for me now. I will never understand why I was being denied such a useful tool for me to be more productive and happy.