Although it’s been a few years since I read this story, I shared it with my intro classes and got a great response. Therefore, I decided to share it on the blog and hope that you will respond with your individual “fruitiness.”
Leo Buscaglia, prolific writer and motivational speaker, once told a story of something that happened one night in his “love class.” A young woman spoke up and said that she had felt despair most of her life, and she felt it was because she had tried to re-make herself to please the various people in her life. She had, in effect, become a messy fruit salad when her innate nature was that of a peach.
Throughout her life, a person might come up to her and say something like, “You’re a cool person, and I think we could become friends. However, I’ve always liked apples. Do you think you could be a little more like an apple for me?” So she did. After all, she wanted a friend. Things were fine until someone else came along and admitted that while she liked apples, she went for Gala apples, not Red Delicious. So what did our friend the peach do? You guessed it; she tried to be a little more Gala-like.
A little later, another person sailed into her life and said that while peaches and apples were okay, he preferred the sweetness of bananas. The girl again transformed herself by giving up a little more peachiness. Along came another individual who found all of her fruitiness to be somewhat ordinary, and he preferred something a little more exotic…like a mango. So our peachy friend became more like a mango. That worked fine until another exotic fruit lover declared that he liked kiwis best…so little and so beautiful on the inside.
The girl was becoming a little confused about her true nature. Where was the peachy-keen person she used to be? Alas, while she was pondering these questions, a new friend appeared, one who had a real passion for strawberries…little, red, and juicy. Then along came someone else who reminded her that strawberries were a bit seasonal. Why couldn’t she become a plum, rich and colorful?
“Who am I?” she wondered. To make matters worse, a couple of citrus fanatics came along and reminded her that a little tart tanginess never hurt anyone. “Be more like an orange,” someone said. “No, grapefruits are better,” said another. “After all, grapefruits are larger and more rare.”
When an acquaintance told the girl that she’d always like figs better than any other fruit and hinted that she lose the other fruits and concentrate on being figgy, the former peach finally threw up her hands and said, “That’s it! I’m a peach and I’m sticking to it. From now on, if anyone suggests that I change into a tangerine, date, or watermelon, I’m going to smile and say, “Hey, I’m a peach. Period.” She had realized that if she stuck to her peachiness, sooner or later she’d come across a peach lover or two.
What about you? If you were a fruit, what would it be and why? Another question: Have you ever found yourself changing to suit another person? How did it make you feel?