This I Believe

KUHF-Houston Public Radio’s “This I Believe” with Alexander Beggins

Alexander Beggins is in his sophomore year at Texas State University, pursuing a Business Degree. His essay was the result of an assignment in a communications class at school. The focus of his essay is on a memorable childhood experience that has continued to be a valued source of comfort in his adult life.


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When I received Alexander’s essay, I barely got past the first line….”I believe in the power of milk and cookies”. He went on to explain how this simple thing has real life meaning in his life and his description of the experience added a real personal quality. Alexander’s professor promised to throw a party if any of the student’s essay was broadcast. Congratulations Alexander….party on!

Here is Alexander Beggins with his essay for Houston Public Radio’s This I Believe.

“I believe in the power of milk and cookies. There is something about a warm chocolate chip cookie combined with a chilled glass of milk that makes all problems in my life go away.

When I was eight years old, my parents split. It was not a messy divorce, really, probably as easy as divorces come. My father got an apartment in downtown Houston, which was about half an hour from my mom’s house. Every other Saturday, my dad would pick me up to spend the night at his apartment. I called his place “box city” because boxes were stacked in columns all throughout the apartment. Maybe he did not think he was going to stay there very long, maybe he was just lazy. I always felt weird going over there. Everything was unfamiliar. It did not feel like home.

Despite the new living conditions, we had a routine that we continued from when we were living together. Whenever I used to get home from school, my dad would always be there pouring a glass of milk for me to go along with some warm chocolate chip cookies. No matter when I came home, if it was five minutes early or twenty minutes late, he was always right in the middle of pouring the milk when I walked in the back door. We would sit together and he would ask me all about my day. This was our special routine. Even in my dad’s new apartment, the first thing he would do when I got over there was prepare our snack. I never realized until later in life how much these special times meant to me. It was our gateway into communication. The milk washed away the divorce, the drama, the unfamiliarity and the awkwardness of not having dad around all the time. All problems ceased during our snack time.

The time spent discussing life over milk and cookies with my dad was a retreat from the new unfamiliar world that my parent’s divorce created. Sometimes in life you can find comfort in insignificant things. For me, the simple gesture of milk and cookies allowed my father and I to talk. Not just talk, but talk like nothing had ever changed. I’m not suggesting for you to grab the cookie jar and sit down with your dad, but rather, examine your life and look for the simple things that make you happy. Hold onto these things and embrace them because I believe these are things that make life good.”