Tonight’s title may sound a like a slightly strange breakfast combo.
You could try it tomorrow, but it’s really not something I recommend unless you’re really adventurous.
Anyway, the reason those three items are thrown together, is because of its the title of this story my mom emailed me. I think she’s figured out that my current job isn’t something I can do with one eye shut while juggling flaming bottles and singing the national anthem. So along comes this email …
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Phoebe went to her mother one day, after an especially tough day in the office, and told her about how things were so hard for her.
She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
After a few minutes, her mother stood up and went to the kitchen, asking Phoebe to follow.
There, she filled 3 pots with water which she placed on the stove. Soon the pots came to boil.
In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
Phoebe frowned. She wasn’t in the mood for a cooking lesson.
In about twenty minutes, her mother fished out the carrots and eggs, placing them in separate bowls. Then she poured the coffee into a mug. Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see.”
“Breakfast?”‘ she replied.
Her mother smiled, and brought her closer. She asked Phoebe to feel the carrots.
Phoebe picked one up, and nearly squished it because it was so soft.
The mother then asked the daughter to pick up the egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, Phoebe rolled the warm, hard boiled egg in her palm, wondering if she could eat it, given she had missed dinner again, thanks to work.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. Phoebe smiled as she tasted familiar flavour that she looked forward to each morning.
The daughter then asked, “Is this supposed to be breakfast, mom?”
Her mother shook her head, and smiled.
“Each of these objects have faced the same adversity: boiling water,” she said.
“They all reacted differently – The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being stuck in the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg was fragile. Its thin outer shell was its only protection for its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, it hardened. The coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they changed the water instead.”
“Which are you?” she asked her daughter. “When adversity comes, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?”
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Do you start off strong, but wilt with pressure?
Do you start off weak, but toughen with adversity?
When things are at their worst, do you react positively to the situtation, even changing it to your flavour favour?
Cold water doesn’t brew good coffee. Hot water does.
Given the challenges that some of my colleagues are facing now, I thought this little story was pretty apt. Same goes for any of you who are stuck in a spot of bother. I’ve edited it slightly though, and I can’t find out who the author is to give him/her credit. Great story, whoever you are.
Like a wise man I know once said, “The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything, but they make the best of everything.” Or something to that effect.