The Story: How I Ended Up Moving On From My Favourite Cafe
I walked in to my favourite cafe and greeted the fellow behind the counter by his first name. He was so happy to see me that he smiled a huge smile, welcomed me, and came around the counter to shake hands with me. Delight – what a welcome!
Then I ordered my usual: fresh orange juice, hot chocolate, a croissant, and a pain au chocolate. My ‘friend’ behind the counter pointed at his orange juice making machine: no oranges, no fresh orange juice – his supplier hadn’t delivered the oranges on that day. I find myself disappointed – really disappointed. That is when something important is unconcealed to me: of the breakfast what really matters is the fresh orange juice.
I eat my breakfast noticing all the time the absence of the fresh orange juice. I pick up…
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