My life is too easy…


I have this coffee making machine.  I reach for a miniature container of coffee, with “Sumatra” printed on the foil top, place it in the contraption, push a button, and out comes a fabulous cup of dark liquid.  I add a generous helping of heavy cream.  It comes from a bright carton in my refrigerator.  It was easy to purchase.  I didn’t have to milk a cow.

While the gadget is taking care of filling my coffee cup, I open a new bag of dates.  Their pretty labeling tells me they’re from Tunisia.  It takes me a few seconds to find this place on the world map hanging on the wall behind my desk.  I wonder if I’ll ever go there, or to Morocco or Turkey.

I begin to think of this amazing feat… getting this wonderful morning treat into my kitchen.  Beginning with the date palm growers in Africa and the coffee bean farmers in Indonesia, I try to imagine all the links in the chain.  Transporters, factory workers, marketers, store owners, cashiers – everyone doing their part to give me a 50 cent cup of coffee and a handful of delicious dates.

It’s astonishing.  I’m spoiled.  I’m thankful.


One Response to “My life is too easy…”

  1. lawaanda calton says:

    You have a way of getting to “the bottom line” on things. This observation is really good! We all are blessed ………

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