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Be As Positive As A Greek Man Selling Fruit

A local encounter I’ll never forget.

Sabrina Rodriguez

Greece

Living in my own euphoria, I lay on a beautiful Mediterranean beach basking in the scorching sun, taking in the marvelous views and fresh, salty cool air. I chose a nice secluded spot with a layout chair and an umbrella on a short cliff on the far left side of the beach. I found myself in a routine of tan, read, swim, repeat. Eventually, I wanted to pamper myself with a second cup of my favorite drink: freddo cappuccino (a simple iced coffee topped with frothed milk – a complement that’s energizing, refreshing, and when ordered slightly sweetened, heavenly). I deserved it so I threw on some shorts and walked up to the coffee truck. There was a line, but while I was waiting a friendly old man said hello and introduced himself to me. I did the same, and the conversation quickly took off. Abraham was his name.He was still curious as to why I would come to Greece when I lived in the ever-so-spectacular America, so I listed off the many things I loved about the country. He agreed adding that there is nothing else quite like the kind people, gorgeous views, and quality food that Greece has to offer. Next he ordered my freddo cappucino in Greek, and told the barista lady it was on him. To my surprise he ordered me both my freddo cappuccino AND a cookie. I happily thanked him, shook his hand, told him it was nice to meet him, and that I would see him later. Not too long thereafter, I DID see him later…this time, he brought me a basket of fresh fruit! Little did I know, he was selling fruit from his stand on the opposite side of the beach! I was thrilled, but it was too much so I jokingly asked “Are you crazy?!” He threw his hands in the air and said, “Ahhh, yes! I am crazy!” and walked away smiling. The next day, I took another solo adventure to the beach. This time he greeted me with an extremely enthusiastic “Good morning, Sabrina!” shook my hand, and kissed me on both cheeks. I did not take this to be awkward or creepy, but rather I was honored to be accepted and liked so quickly by my new friend. Every morning I came down to the beach, I asked him how he was doing and he replied smiling, “Every day better and better!” I always saw him smiling, joking with beach employees, tourists, children, and locals, and happily selling the freshest fruit (which he definitely took pride in and gave to me for free)! Abraham’s personality inspired my new motto: Be as generous, kind, and happy as the Greek man selling fruit. And I plan to keep living up to that.


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