Passion ... Fruit

"Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion." (Christian Hebbel, German poet and dramatist 1813-1863)

I was once told that no one cares what dead European poets said. That might be true. I have never read a Gallup poll on that topic. But I think Mr. Hebbel nailed it on the head and so maybe I was misinformed about dead poets. Passion and greatness are a great Jerry-McGuiresque couple as in "You complete me."

My wife and I went shopping tonight to feed my addiction: bagels. Don't ask. Just trust me. I get ornery if there are no bagels in the house. If there are bagels in the cupboard then all is well. Bagels aren't a passion of mine. They are just one of my addictions.

But we got sidetracked at the store like I did just now writing about passion. On my way to the bagel shelf we stopped to get bananas. Bananas are one of my wife's unpublicized quirks. She buys them all the time and oftentimes will never get around to eating them. Then they turn spotted and then brown and then black. I am not sure what comes after black except maybe a darker shade of black. If I try to throw them away with the promise that I will buy her some more, she will tell me rather assertively, "Don't throw those away! I'm going to eat them!" I have to sneak black bananas out to the garbage can.

So we are standing at the expansive banana table and I hold up a bunch and say, "How about these?"

"Not those; those are gray." They looked yellow to me but I kept my mouth shut.

We compared bananas. Then I asked the guy who was loading up the table with fresh bananas which ones he would buy if it were up to him.

That's when we had a serendipitous meeting with passion.

This young guy's eyes actually sparkled as he talked about bananas. He explained that all bananas are gassed and that is why they are green. If they did not gas them then the bananas would come even darker green - three times darker - and would be hard like a piece of wood. Once in a while they had to send a case of bananas back because they had not been gassed.

"Do you know which bananas are more nutritious and better tasting?" he asked with the tease of someone who had captured a magical nymph in the backyard.

I did not even have a chance to venture that it depended on what country of origin when he answered his own question. "You look at the stem. The longer the stem, the less nutritious and the less flavor the banana has. Look at this short fat stem," he taught us holding up two different bunches for contrast, "This bunch is full of nutrition and flavor. This bunch with the long slender stems will taste bland like tallow. Look at them. It just makes sense."

Tallow? My taste bud memory program kicked in and I mentally compared the tasteless fat from a rendered cow to some bananas that I had eaten. I understood. I wanted to know more. To avoid that bland tallowy experience I just had to by short stumpy stemmed bananas. Teach me, oh great produce guy; I yearn for more!

"Hey, aren't you the guy who was talking to us about cantelopes a couple of weeks ago?"

"Oh, probably."

I am an unashamed 52 and I still ask my wife how she knows if a watermelon is good or not. Thump it. If I ask ladies nearby thumping on watermelons what they are listening for I get a answer that sounds like they are quoting Farmers Almanac. But after an invigorating conversation with this produce guy, I now know exactly how to pick an excellent melon. I suppose I could have learned it with a Google search, but the internet is not nearly as interesting as a passionate produce guy.

With laughter in his eyes and a smile as wide as the produce table he talked about his passion for produce. Produce! I know, right? This is 2010 suburbia. My wife and I walked away to hunt down my bagels and we laughed and talked about the produce guy. It dawned on me that we did not even know his name. We went back to ask. A new agenda item was to mention our experience to the store manager.

Lawton. The passionate produce guy. You will know him if you ever meet him. He does not just know facts and data about produce; he knows produce.

We paged the store manager. As he approached the counter you could see in his eyes the look of someone getting ready for a Chuck Norris Roundhouse Kick from the Irate Customer.

"We just wanted you to know what a great guy you have working for you in the produce department. Lawton."

The manager's eyes lost their edge and the corners of his mouth turned up. "Oh, you met Lawton. We hear that all the time."

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A passionate person is blessed with the power of attraction. Passionate people are like magnets. You want to be near them.

A passionate person is blessed with the power to make a difference. Passionate people are like strong acting baker's yeast. They cause positive things to happen in others wherever they happen to be.

A passionate person is blessed with richness of life. Passionate people are like the zest in a key lime pie from Key West. They take the pedestrian and elevate it to a whole new level.

Just imagine what can happen if you add passion to leadership. Wow. Short-stemmed banana leadership.