Grapefruit

Grapefruit

When I was young and we were poor, we could afford grapefruit on a weekend for breakfast. My mother cut two in half, separated the flesh from the rind with a knife, and the three of us would eat the fruit with a spoon from the half grapefruit. When we were done, we’d hold it up and squeeze it so that the juice collected in our spoons. We did that until every drop was consumed.

We need to squeeze life so that we enjoy every drop, not just an occasional piece of it.