There is a fascinating story behind the title of this blog. This rich family history is provided by my grandfather; I hope he doesn't mind me putting his tale on the Internet.
He was going through security at an airport after getting off an international flight to London. Suddenly, an officer stopped him and said, "Sir, you are not permitted to bring fruits into the country. The pomegranates must stay here."
He thought seriously for a minute or two. He hated the idea of trashing a bag of fresh pomegranates. Or worse — leaving them with the security guards. He worked so hard to transport these scrumptious fruits such a long distance, and the thought of leaving them in the undeserving hands of a few hungry security guards was deeply upsetting.
Then, he had an idea. "I want to eat them," he said to the guard. "Where can I sit?" The guard pointed him to a chair off to the side near a wall, where my grandfather took upon himself the laborious task of eating 20 pomegranates in one sitting. To make things easier, he thoroughly squeezed each one before punching a hole in the top and sucking the juice out. And so he ate them, one by one, every last drop. He collected the remains in the bag and threw them out, then continued through security toward home, content as could be.
May this inspire anyone faced with any degree of injustice — from the trivial to the severe — that they may have the cunning to outwit their foe and enjoy what is rightfully theirs.
He was going through security at an airport after getting off an international flight to London. Suddenly, an officer stopped him and said, "Sir, you are not permitted to bring fruits into the country. The pomegranates must stay here."
He thought seriously for a minute or two. He hated the idea of trashing a bag of fresh pomegranates. Or worse — leaving them with the security guards. He worked so hard to transport these scrumptious fruits such a long distance, and the thought of leaving them in the undeserving hands of a few hungry security guards was deeply upsetting.
Then, he had an idea. "I want to eat them," he said to the guard. "Where can I sit?" The guard pointed him to a chair off to the side near a wall, where my grandfather took upon himself the laborious task of eating 20 pomegranates in one sitting. To make things easier, he thoroughly squeezed each one before punching a hole in the top and sucking the juice out. And so he ate them, one by one, every last drop. He collected the remains in the bag and threw them out, then continued through security toward home, content as could be.
May this inspire anyone faced with any degree of injustice — from the trivial to the severe — that they may have the cunning to outwit their foe and enjoy what is rightfully theirs.
I love this post! You never told me this story before, but I had a good laugh.
ReplyDelete20 pomegranates in one sitting. Wow!