Last night at a Whole Foods Market, a 65 ish woman wanted to buy some oranges and was trying to determine what constituted a good orange from a mediocre one.
As she spoke to the fruit and vegetable manager showing him the orange she had selected, a golden orange caught my attention. As I examined it, it was clear that it was extraordinary, with a thin ripe golden peel and one filled with luscious juice. It was the best orange I had seen in a long time.
Meanwhile, the manager confirmed for this lady that the one she had selected was fine. But as I set the orange I had chosen into my cart, I looked at her and took the orange in hand.
"This is an outstanding orange," I told her, and then showed her why, explaining the details, as I placed the orange in her hand, while assuring her she would be glad she bought it.
Looking at me, she talked about her concern for making the wrong choice, but as I assured her again, she smiled and put the orange into her cart. Soon we cordially parted company, and as she left, I realized I no longer had an orange to buy, and went back to the display.
Of course there was no other orange like the one she now had in her cart. I chose another one of quality. But in my heart, I knew helping her was the right decision, and when she eats that orange, she will know it as well.
To me, this was the real luster of that golden orange, using it to bring a little pleasure to the life of another person.
Dick
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