Newly Converted

Count me as one of the converted. I've seen the light. Airborne is my constant companion these days when there's even a hint of a cold coming on.

For years I have poo-pooed this over-the-counter prophylactic and remedy for the common cold. My husband has been preaching Airborne for years as I just sniffled and asked for cough drops and another box of Kleenex.

Saturday at Temple Micah, the person sitting next to me in the choir admittedly had a doosy of a fresh new cold. She was sneezing and blowing and singing right next to me for 3 hours. There's only so much breath-holding and hand-washing you can do in a situation like this. I was pretty sure I was doomed.

Sure enough by 3 AM on Sunday morning, I woke up achy and with a sore throat. I determined that this was indeed a true test for Airborne. For me the sore throat is the trademark of a cold. Jake gave me one of those "What-the-F___-are-you-getting-up-for-this-is-the-middle-of-the-night?" looks as I dragged myself out of bed and trudged downstairs to make an Airborne cocktail.

I much prefer the Pink Grapefruit flavor over Lemon Lime. They are both rather gross and leave a telltale residue on the glass. But early Sunday morning I decided that I really didn't mind the flavor if the Pink Grapefruit fizz worked.

I got out of bed several hours later, still feeling lethargic, but miraculously the sort throat was gone. I had another round of Airborne with breakfast.

By the time I finished playing music with Deborah around 12 noon, all symptoms were gone and I had renewed energy.

I asked her professional opinion of Airborne and received a polite, "It can't hurt you." But clearly she doesn't believe for a minute that this stuff works.

I now have a supply at work and at home and I will not hesitate to break it out if the occasion arises. I have seen the light and been saved from the common cold. Halleluya!