I am going to back my story up just a little. As Robert has said, that was not the beginning for him. I am going to give some background information about the two gentlemen who purchased my latte that night.
Robert had been attending Windsor Hills Baptist Church for some time. He was out wandering through Borders Bookstore one Friday night and he saw a man that he recognized from church. In a church that runs about 400 on Sundays it is hard to get acquainted with everyone, so Robert went up to him and introduced himself. They chatted for a little while then Robert left and went on his way. A few weeks later Robert was back at Borders and once again Mike was there - drinking a latte and reading. They struck up a friendship and began meeting every Friday for dinner or coffee or both. With each get together they would solve all the world's problems and then go home.
One Friday night, Robert suggested they go to a quaint little coffee house in Bethany that he had heard of. This was the beginning of their adventures at the Java Joint where Isis (the barista) made the "meanest" vanilla latte around. They were hooked and the Java Joint was their regular spot from then on.
Little did they know how buying a latte for a missionary lady, who happened to wander into their spot in the world, would change the course of their lives. We often joke about how expensive that little chai tea latte became.
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