There are times in your life when all of your problems and all of your worries seem to disappear… even if only for a few moments.
Recently, I was wandering around the local grocery store with a piece of chewing gum in my mouth, trying to find some coffee… lost as usual. I’m a man; we can drive a car from point A to point B using ten different routes, but we can’t find one item in a grocery store.
I found the coffee section, walked down between the racks and came upon 659 different types of coffee. After five minutes I found what I thought was the correct kind and headed off towards the registers.
Like most grocery stores this one had a coffee section where you could grind beans into fresh coffee. Standing in that section, looking at the 200 different categories and brands of coffee beans, was a small, weak looking older woman, at least in her 70s.
Apparently she thought I worked int the store because, as I walked by, she addressed me.
“Excuse me, sir; is this the coffee that you grind yourself?”
I told her “yes, ma’am”, without bothering to tell her that I didn’t work there.
She suddenly looked sad, and said that she had no idea how to grind her own coffee.
Then she went on to tell me that she was living on a pension. She also told me about her nephew. He was serving in the armed forces and stationed overseas, and was coming home in a few days. She told me how he would sit with her and drink a particular type of coffee. I could tell by the way she spoke that those moments with her nephew were special to her. And why wouldn’t they be?
I asked her which type of coffee it was, and she showed me. It was one of those French roasted things. I took the bag and showed her how the grinder worked… I poured in the beans, placed the bag underneath the hopper, found out what type of coffee maker she had and adjusted it accordingly. Then I turned it on.
It only took about 15 seconds to grind 400 grams of coffee… and the smell was wonderful.
I took the bag from the hopper and handed it to her, still open. She put her nose to the bag, took a deep breath and said, “don’t you just love the smell of fresh ground coffee?”… and she held the bag up a bit.
So I leaned over and put my head next to hers, as she reached up and took hold of my arm, and we both took a deep breath of fresh ground coffee.
As I stood up, she still held on to my arm; she smiled and looked me in the eyes as she said, “you’re a wonderful young man.”
Then she walked away with a receipt for her purchase.
For a few moments I was lost in one of those special moments. For a few moments I stood next to this wonderful lady, and together we got lost in the scent of fresh ground coffee. That night, back at home, I put some sugar cubes into the coffee and watched them dissolve into the hot water in the kettle.
There are special moments in your life when you don’t think about your problems, your worries, your concerns.
You just stop and smell the coffee along the way.