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How will You Respond

Once a young woman complained to her mother about how hard her life is going on and that she wanted to give up.

After listening to her, her mother took her to the kitchen and there she took three pots and filled them with water then she placed pots with water on fire and brought them to boil.

In the first pot she placed carrots, in second she placed eggs and in the last post she placed some grounded coffee beans.

After 20 mins she turned off gas and took out boiled carrots and eggs and placed them in a bowl and in a cup poured some of the coffee. She kept all those bowls in front of her daughter and asked, “Tell me.. What do you see??”

Daughter replied, “Carrot, eggs and coffee.” Mother moved a bowl of carrot toward her daughter and asked to touch and feel the texture of the carrot.

Daughter did the same and replied, “It’s soft.”

Now mother moved a bowl of eggs toward her and asked her to break the egg.

Daughter did the same and replied, “It’s hard..”

Finally the mother asked daughter to drink a sip of coffee. After drinking coffee she tasted its rich aroma.

Daughter looked at her mother and questioned, “What does it mean??”

Her mother explained, “Each of these objects faced the same adversity but reacted differently. As you can see, the carrot was hard and strong but after being subjected to boiling water, it became softened and weak.

Eggs which were fragile, after getting boiled it became hardened. At last, the coffee which we added to boiling water changed the water..”

After explaining this, the mother asked her daughter, “Which are you? When you face adversity in life, how will you respond?

Are you going to lose your strength after facing adversity or you would be like an egg hard and tougher. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst.. you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?”

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