{"id":25593,"date":"2023-08-04T14:12:25","date_gmt":"2023-08-04T18:12:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/?p=25593"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:28:01","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T14:28:01","slug":"halfway-across-the-world-to-find-kindness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/la-bienveillance\/","title":{"rendered":"Halfway across the world to find kindness"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-group is-layout-constrained wp-block-group-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The other day at Indigo, I was looking for the latest book by my favourite author, Tahar ben Jelloun, and found another gem instead: <em>Les 50 r\u00e8gles d\u2019or de la bienveillance (The 50 golden rules of kindness)<\/em>, by Anne-Laure Boselli. Perhaps you\u2019ve already heard of this popular series of self-improvement books? I love these types of tips that we can immediately begin practising in our lives! I have always been fairly hard on myself. As I get older, I\u2019m softening. My body, mind and especially my heart have softened!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019m eager to learn more about the benefits of kindness, and so I buy the book and lay down on my favourite couch with a thermos of coffee and my notepad to jot down the important bits. I read it almost in one go and I start a column of must-do\u2019s to improve my behaviour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cKindness is to approach others with a benevolent disposition.\u201d According to Ms. Boselli, the essential qualities are goodness, kindness, empathy, compassion, altruism, trust, tolerance, indulgence and charity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I started in business as a poor mother with a broken heart, but I was plucky, unfamiliar with the work but very creative. I loved to cook, and above all, to dazzle our customers with my amazing breakfasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Without realizing it, the kids and I created a new breakfast restaurant concept that quickly became wildly popular; so popular in fact, that we were able to open one restaurant after another. When we opened the ninth one, which was also our first franchise, I traded in my white cook\u2019s apron for a big boss tailored suit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I admit it, my heart, mind and body had morphed into a CEO and I quickly hardened. I didn\u2019t become mean, but I was demanding and uncompromising. I started in life with barely anything. I used to count every penny to make ends meet. And that habit has stayed with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was \u201ctough, uncompromising and stern,\u201d my daughter would say. After each new restaurant inauguration, I insisted on immediately planning the next opening. I was moving forward with giant strides, \u201clike my behind was on fire,\u201d my youngest son used to say teasingly. Despite strong currents and countervailing winds, a large chain of franchise restaurants saw the day. I couldn\u2019t have been prouder. From Newfoundland to British Columbia, we had \u201cCora restaurants in every province,\u201d I\u2019d announce, puffing out my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I admit that on more than one occasion I would swell with pride as I contemplated my dizzying success. It\u2019s not that I thought I was better than anyone else, I simply had become the bigwig of a Canada-wide media circus. I was learning how to tame lions, walk a tightrope and be the ball in the canon. In my mind, I had to put on a great show; otherwise the huge tent would collapse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The kids and I had overcome many childhood misfortunes. I wanted to ensure they\u2019d at least have a better life. When I handed them the reins of the company, I slowly reverted to the ordinary woman I was before: a restless mother chomping at the bit. I had to go as far as China to finally succeed in cutting the steel-strong umbilical cord that attached me to everything I had brought to life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As part of a tourist group, I visited the 14 villages of Wuyuan that were open to foreigners. At one such village, I was put up in a small, modest room with a single bed, terracotta-type chamber pot, table, chair and a metal flask that I could fill with fresh water from a nearby well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I remember it fondly. A few minutes after I sat up in the room, an old Chinese woman dressed in a traditional crimson-coloured floral print dress brought me a food platter. This ageless woman was exceptionally kind. She had a gentle smile, and when she started to say a few words in broken English, I immediately felt her compassion. It was like she could feel the ball of grief burning in my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I wanted to explain my dismay, share my life story and how sad I was to have lost my reason for living. I hid my pain from my children, from the people at the head office and from the rest of the world. I thought I was brave and strong, yet this charitable Chinese woman could see right through my sorrow. She appeared like a kind angel. I was so lonely, so far away from my loved ones and I had an urgent need to purge my despair, to cut this terrible umbilical cord that kept me tied to the past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A miracle happened when she took my hand in hers and spoke. It was like I could understand and absorb each one of her words. My heart started to beat again, my body was unshackled and my smile was so big it embraced all of China.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This woman\u2019s kind heart healed and saved me. I never knew her name, age, language, customs or her life story, but I understood that she was a kind soul. A good, warm, empathic and compassionate human being.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Perhaps I\u2019m a cat with 9 lives. My hope, which could fill the heavens above, is that I will be able to keep writing until the end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I have no other havens than the hearts of my dear readers. They are the ones who welcome my words, heal my wounds, and keep me alive and effervescent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cora<br>\u2764<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other day at Indigo, I was looking for the latest book by my favourite author, Tahar ben Jelloun, and found another gem instead: Les 50 r\u00e8gles d\u2019or de la bienveillance (The 50 golden rules of kindness), by Anne-Laure Boselli. Perhaps you\u2019ve already heard of this popular series of self-improvement books? I love these types of tips that we can immediately begin practising in our lives! I have always been fairly hard on myself. As I get older, I\u2019m softening. My body, mind and especially my heart have softened! I\u2019m eager to learn more about the benefits of kindness, and so I buy the book and lay down on my favourite couch with a thermos of coffee and my notepad to jot down the important bits. I read it almost in one go and I start a column of must-do\u2019s to improve my behaviour. \u201cKindness is to approach others with a benevolent disposition.\u201d According to Ms. Boselli, the essential qualities are goodness, kindness, empathy, compassion, altruism, trust, tolerance, indulgence and charity. I started in business as a poor mother with a broken heart, but I was plucky, unfamiliar with the work but very creative. I loved to cook, and above all, to dazzle our customers with my amazing breakfasts. Without realizing it, the kids and I created a new breakfast restaurant concept that quickly became wildly popular; so popular in fact, that we were able to open one restaurant after another. When we opened the ninth one, which was also our first franchise, I traded in my white cook\u2019s apron for a big boss tailored suit. I admit it, my heart, mind and body had morphed into a CEO and I quickly hardened. I didn\u2019t become mean, but I was demanding and uncompromising. 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