I have a confession to make, and you might think less of me after I’ve made it.  I don’t really like seafood.  I know, I was born and raised on the east coast and was brought up with seafood. As a boy, we had salt fish, smoked fish, steamed fish, fried fish and fish chowder.  But as an adult, the fish I like is haddock, and I prefer to have that battered and deep-fried served with French fries and coleslaw. 
I can eat seafood, and I will eat it to be polite. It’s just not my preference. 
So, the other day, on a business trip, when our District Superintendent suggested sushi, I wasn’t thrilled. I told him I didn’t like it, and he asked what I didn’t like about it; I didn’t have an answer because I’d never tried it. 
He suggested that perhaps that was a bit stupid not to like something I hadn’t tried.  (Maybe not in so many words.) When he told me if I didn’t like the sushi, he’d buy me a burger. That seemed like a valid offer.
And to much surprise, I liked sushi.
I wonder how much of life we claim we don’t like; we just haven’t tried.
Have a great week, and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.