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Another Dr Lee story for you today.

Well, here I was doing something I never thought I would do… Again! My ‘safe’ and predictable way of life was becoming a distant memory the more I worked with Dr Lee.

I don’t remember how we got onto the subject, but we were talking about going out for coffee when he asked, ‘Where do you usually sit?’

‘At the back, against the wall.’

‘Why?’

I shrugged. ‘It’s the safest place. I can see everyone and if there’s any trouble, I’ll know about it.’

‘Have you ever sat at a table out on the sidewalk?’

‘No,’ I said, surprised. ‘Why would I do that?’

He was silent for a moment. ‘Do you know that in some European countries the price of coffee depends on where you sit? To have coffee on the sidewalk is more expensive than sitting inside at the back of the cafe. The sidewalk is actually highly sought after.’ He reached for an appointment card and started filling it in. Suddenly he stopped and looked at me with a smile. ‘I’ve just had a great idea. Why don’t we have our next session at a coffee shop in Cottesloe? We can sit out on the sidewalk and have coffee.’ I thought it was a terrible idea!

A week later, there I was sitting at a table out on the sidewalk with Dr Lee and our coffees. My heart was hammering as I looked around nervously. I felt utterly exposed and so vulnerable.

‘What are you thinking?’ he asked.

‘I don’t understand why people would want to put themselves on display like this.’

A smile tugged at the edges of his mouth and he asked what my anxiety level was. I told him it was about 8 out of 10, and I handed over my diary and homework. I still couldn’t believe that we were actually going to do this session sitting out on the footpath in full public view!

napoleon-street-01While he read through everything, occasionally going back to one page or another, I began to look further afield. There was a bakery across the road. The longer we sat there, the more curious I became about my surroundings. During the next half hour, we discussed my homework and every once in a while he would ask what my anxiety level was. To my amazement, it was coming down. On the way home, he asked what I thought of the morning and I told him that I didn’t think I would do it again.

But… Here I am almost 10 years later, sitting out on the sidewalk having coffee – and enjoying it. Thank you, Dr Lee.

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Good Monday Morning to you all :)

I like coffee. And over the years, I have developed a coffee appreciation that is quite surprising to me. And now I am the owner of my very own ‘pod’ style espresso machine. While I was putting away the boxes of coffee pods, a story came to mind.

Many years ago during one of our extended family gatherings, our hostess went off to fix coffee for everyone. After a few minutes, I went to help. I arrived silently at the kitchen door and spotted her spooning coffee from a can of the most inexpensive brand of coffee on the market, into a labeled jar of the most expensive coffee brand on the market.

I stepped back and watched. When the jar was full, she placed the inexpensive coffee at the back of the cupboard and proceeded to spoon coffee from the jar into all but one of the cups. From a cupboard about head height, she took a small jar and spooned coffee into the last cup, leaving the teaspoon in the cup.

Later that evening, I found myself alone in her kitchen and I just couldn’t resist looking to see what type of coffee she had spooned into her cup. It was my favourite brand – something I had introduced to her only a year earlier.

I don’t mind being served inexpensive coffee when I visit, and I fully understand that some people can’t afford the luxury of expensive coffee. It is the act of friendship and hospitality that flavours my coffee when I am with others, not the brand of coffee. But our hostess was not short of money, and what I did mind, was that she tried to pass off something that was not the real-deal.

You know… coffee is like our attitude. Bad coffee still tastes bad, even if it is presented in bone china or a ceramic mug. And good coffee will still taste good even when it is served in a tin mug or a paper cup.

It’s the coffee/attitude that matters, not the cups… Enjoy your coffee/life!  And have a good week :)

DJ

(c) DJ Stutley 2012

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