Every once and a while you find a story that changes your outlook on everything. For the reason, Java narrative, or the Carrots, Eggs must be among my favorites. So she goes and sees her grandmother, which is when she is taught a valuable lesson she will never forget by nanny.
The grandma asks “Carrots, Eggs or Java: Which are you?” The young woman looks at a loss. Grandma sets 3 pots on the stove, place to boil and guides her into the kitchen. In the primary pot several carrots are placed by her. In the 2nd pot an egg. In the 3rd pot, ground coffees. Her grandma fished the carrots out and put them in the initial bowl, the egg was put into another bowl as well as in the 3rd bowl the java was ladled.
“Feel them.” The carrots had not become hard to the touch. Next the egg, which the grandma split open to reveal a solid, hardened inside was scrutinized by them. She handed her the coffee. “What is the point?” the girl inquired. The shrewd grandma clarified that all the objects had faced the exact same adversity–boiling water–but each reacted differently. The carrots went in hard, strong and unrelenting. Yet they became weak and softened. The egg was fragile. It had been protected by its fragile shell. But its interior had hardened.
“Which are you?” she inquired her granddaughter again. “When adversity knocks on your own door, how can you react?