The love of kindness is more widespread than the love of coffee. In the first place, I’ve never known anyone who does not like being treated with genuine kindness.

In the second place (as remarkable as this may sound to you) over the years I’ve met people who don’t drink coffee because they don’t like its taste. I’m neither proud nor ashamed to admit that my knee-jerk, and admittedly judgmental reaction is, “What’s wrong with these poor folks?! This is so sad. What went wrong?”

The answer? Absolutely nothing.

My love coffee can be defined by telling you that the only reason I choose air over coffee is I can’t drink the coffee without the air!

While not liking coffee is impossible for me to imagine, I know some folks don’t like coffee and there’s nothing wrong with the. That I can’t imagine not liking coffee has to do with my blind spot.

Here’s a not so blind spot. Most of us respond with greater enthusiasm when called upon to be strong, be brave, be steadfast, be loyal. There seems to be less enthusiasm when were called up to, be kind. 

There is no doubt in my mind that the love of kindness is more universal than the love of coffee. Yet many respond with more “muscle” when asked to be strong than they do when asked to be kind.

If acts of kindness did not require strength, then what makes them so hard for so many to do?

And then, for me, there is the following reality. If someone brings me a cup of coffee when I’m going through a tough time, it’s just about the only time the person bringing the coffee means as much to me as the coffee itself.