She arrived at her grandmother’s house with tear-filled eyes and a heavy heart. “My husband cheated,” she whispered. “I don’t know how to keep going.” Collapsing into a chair, she admitted, “I’m tired of trying. Life keeps breaking me.”
Without saying a word, her grandmother filled three pots with water and set them to boil. Into one, she dropped carrots. Into another, eggs. Into the third, ground coffee. She remained silent, only watching as the water bubbled.
After a while, she turned off the burners and placed each item into a bowl. “Come,” she said softly. “Tell me what you see.” The granddaughter sniffled, “Carrots, eggs, and coffee.” “Touch the carrot,” her grandmother instructed. It was soft and weak. “Now the egg.” Hard inside after being cracked. “Taste the coffee.” It was warm, bold, and rich.
Her grandmother finally spoke: “All of these faced the same boiling water. The carrot went in strong and came out weak. The egg looked the same but grew hard inside. But the coffee? It changed the water itself.”
Her grandmother’s eyes softened. “So when life gets hard… are you the carrot, the egg, or the coffee bean?” In that quiet moment, surrounded by love and the rich scent of coffee, the young woman realized she didn’t have to break. She could change her pain into strength. She could become the brew.
