Battles of our Life
father-girl
Sometime in the distant past a little girl grumbled to her dad that her life was hopeless and that she didn't know how she was going to make it. She was sick of battling and battling constantly. It appeared to be generally as one issue was understood, another soon took after. Her dad, a culinary specialist, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and set each on a high fire.
Once the three pots started to bubble, he put potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground espresso beans in the third pot. He then let them sit and bubble, without saying a word to his girl. The little girl, groaned and restlessly held up, pondering what he was doing. Following twenty minutes he killed the burners. He removed the potatoes from the pot and put them in a dish. He hauled the eggs out and set them in a dish. He then scooped the espresso out and set it in a glass.
Swinging to her, he inquired. "Little girl, what do you see?" "Potatoes, eggs and espresso," she hurriedly answered.
"Look nearer", he said, "and touch the potatoes." She did and noticed that they were delicate.
He then requesting that her enjoy an egg and reprieve it. In the wake of pulling off the shell, she watched the hard-bubbled egg.
At long last, he requesting that her taste the espresso. Its rich fragrance conveyed a grin to her face.
"Father, what does this mean?" she inquired.
He then clarified that the potatoes, the eggs and espresso beans had each confronted the same misfortune the bubbling water. In any case, every one responded in an unexpected way. The potato went in solid, hard and tenacious, yet in bubbling water, it turned out to be delicate and powerless. The egg was delicate, with the slender external shell ensuring its fluid inside until it was placed in the bubbling water. At that point within the egg turned out to be hard. Be that as it may, the ground espresso beans were extraordinary. After they were presented to the bubbling water, they changed the water and made something new.
"Which one are you?" he asked his little girl. "At the point when affliction thumps on your entryway, how would you react? Is it accurate to say that you are a potato, an egg, or an espresso bean?"
