Sunday, December 18, 2005

Carrot, Egg, and Coffee

In the past two years my mother has mastered the art of emailing.

Though she does still type with the two finger method, she has certainly
perfected her ability to forward Oprah style self help forwards to me and everyone else she knows.

I'd say I get roughly 3 a week.

This week she sent one that I really liked. (A rare occurance!)

I'm going to include it below. Let me know what you think.

Carrot, Egg, and Coffee

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and 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.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and
placed each on a high fire. 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.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots
out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a
bowl.

Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did
and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an
egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled
egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter
smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does
it mean, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same
adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in
strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the
boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile.
Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting
through the boiling water,its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans
were unique, however.After they were in the boiling water, they had
changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your
door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with
pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the
heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial
hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my
shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff
spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the
very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it
releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are
at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the
hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to
another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a
coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you
strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

This is so true - may we all be COFFEE.

Comments:
No, seriously. You should be ashamed of posting this crap. I understand that
 
whoops! as I was saying, I understand that we're supposed to be entering a post-irony phase now where we're so ironic that we're sincere because that's the only way to be ironic about irony, but that doesn't mean we have to degenerate to publishing inspirational stories. why not just force us all to watch 'band of brothers' over and over again non stop for a week, while you're at it?

or listen to lots of emo?
 
News flash: I am sappy:) I really liked this reading and this is my page. suck it up!
 
My mother forwarded this one to me, too. She mastered the art of forwarding things to me a long time ago. Now she also reads the New York Times and other Americna publications online (from Israel) and forwards articles to me that I might be interested in--like "Why 20-somethings are terrible at managing money" and "All you ever needed to know about speed dating." I much prefer to receive these inspirational stories from her!
 
Uh, i Realize this is an ole post, but how do you taste an aroma? I'm just sayin.
 
i like it a lot.
 
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