I still remember the first (and, so far, only) time I had to break a fast.
It was about five years ago on Asara B’Teves. I went to work, but was feeling miserable, so I left early and went home. I got home, found that I had 101 fever and, at the urging of my wife, had some hot tea and toast at about 1:00 (with about another four hours left to the fast).
Yes, you may think of me what you will for being so quick to break the fast. I don’t care.
The Wolf