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Wednesday, January 28, 20093:38 PM

Calamity

A girl grumbled to her father about her hard life. She didn't know what she had to do and wanted to give up. She felt tired of fighting. Everytime a problem had been resolved, another problem would appear.

Her father, a chef, took her into kitchen. He poured water into three pots and boiled them. After boiling, in the first pot he inserted carrots, the second he inserted eggs and the last pot was filled with coffee. He waited for a few minutes in silence.

The girl was silent as well, but was impatient and confused by what her father's actions. After approximately 20 minutes, her father turned off the stove, took out the carrots and put it in a bowl. He took the eggs and put it in another bowl, and the coffee was poured into a cup.

Turning back to her daughter, he asked, "My sweet heart, what do you see? "

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

"Feel the texture of the carrots" he said.

Although confused, she did as she was told and felt that the carrots were soft.

After that he asked her to take the eggs and break them.

After peeling them, she found that the eggs cooked and hard.

Lastly, he said, "smell the coffee"

Again, she did as she was told but she added "What does this mean, Father? "

He proceeded to explain that each of the item had felt the same unfortunate, boiling water but the outcomes of each were different. The strong and hard carrots became soft and weak. The fragile eggs with a thin epidermis became hard. The coffee cores were very small, yet, they could change the colour of the water and change its scent.

"Which are you?" asked her father.

"When calamity knocks at your door, what would your reaction be? Are you the carrot, the egg, or the coffee? "

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