“There Will Be a Sparkle on the Face of the one who is Tolerant”

Tolerance – an often misunderstood word.   Let’s take another look at a deeper meaning of tolerance –  as the power to emerge more love to embrace a situation, a person, or your self.  To be unaffected negatively by a challenging situation or person, or even your own shortcomings is using the power to tolerate.  

Recently I came across a unique story which touched me as a beautiful example of tolerance.  I hope that in some way it will inspire you too, to pause and take a deep breath the next time you catch yourself being too quick to label, judge, and or blame! 

                                                         A Bowl of Broth (Stock)

This is a story that is said to be real; it occurred in Switzerland in a self-service restaurant, long before the days of Covid created fear and distance between us.

“An elderly Caucasian woman, about seventy-five years old, took a bowl and asked the waiter to fill it with broth. She then sat down at one of the many tables in a popular self-service restaurant. She had hardly sat down when she noticed she had forgotten her bread. So she stood up, took a roll to eat with her broth, and returned to the table. 

Surprise!!!  At the table, she found a black man calming eating the soup.  “That’s the last straw!” thought the lady, “but I’m not going to let myself be robbed of my soup.” So she sat herself down alongside the man, divided the bun into pieces, put them into the bowl in front of the black man and put her own spoon into the bowl. 

The black man obligingly smiled. Each, in turn, had a spoonful until they finished the soup. All in silence. Once the soup was finished, the man stood up, approached the food bar and in no time came back with a large dish of pasta and …two forks. They both ate from the same dish, again in silence, taking turns. At the end, the man left. “See you,” the lady said as he left. “See you,” answered the man, with a smile in his eyes. He seemed satisfied for having done a good deed, as he left the restaurant. 

The lady followed him with her eyes. As her surprise diminished, she reached back with her hand for her purse which she had put on the back of the chair. But to her astonishment, the bag had disappeared.  She immediately thought “that black…” She was about to call out, “Stop that thief!” when her eye caught her bag hanging from a chair two tables behind her. On the table there was a tray with a bowl of broth, already cold.

She suddenly realized what had happened. It was not the African man who had eaten her soup. It was she who was at the wrong table–it was she, the well-heeled lady, who had eaten at the expense of the African. 

Amen.

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