Hi friends! I am here!!
I am just a little busy and catching up from my super quick getaway/training that I went to over the weekend. I thought a lot about, (amongst many others) on my long drive, I thought about perspective and communication. Two things that are simple, yet overly complicated by our use of many outlets in our society today. While cleaning my kitchen and listening to some Wayne Dyer, I heard him re-tell this poem I had heard many years ago. Call it the old English teacher in me, but man I love a good theme.
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A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”
With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
Such a short, but accurate portrayal of how if we just simply open our mouths and talk to one another a lot of misunderstandings or questions will go right out of the window.
It's so easy to assume things in our world and a lot of the times, I am guilty of assuming the worst. I am going to be better at this, and start picking up the phone! No texts. No email. If I think something is wrong? I am going to make a point to simply talk to the person. I urge all of you to do the same; it's so easy to hide behind our technology and make excuses. We are human beings; we need social interaction--real live, face to face or voice to voice! Let's make it happen.
Don't be a a cookie thief!!
Just some food for thought on this Tuesday. That's all!
I am just a little busy and catching up from my super quick getaway/training that I went to over the weekend. I thought a lot about, (amongst many others) on my long drive, I thought about perspective and communication. Two things that are simple, yet overly complicated by our use of many outlets in our society today. While cleaning my kitchen and listening to some Wayne Dyer, I heard him re-tell this poem I had heard many years ago. Call it the old English teacher in me, but man I love a good theme.
The Cookie Thief
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”
With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
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Such a short, but accurate portrayal of how if we just simply open our mouths and talk to one another a lot of misunderstandings or questions will go right out of the window.
It's so easy to assume things in our world and a lot of the times, I am guilty of assuming the worst. I am going to be better at this, and start picking up the phone! No texts. No email. If I think something is wrong? I am going to make a point to simply talk to the person. I urge all of you to do the same; it's so easy to hide behind our technology and make excuses. We are human beings; we need social interaction--real live, face to face or voice to voice! Let's make it happen.
Don't be a a cookie thief!!
Just some food for thought on this Tuesday. That's all!
oh wow!! I was thinking he would be the pilot or something hshaha Great story!
ReplyDeleteso true :O)
ReplyDeleteI LOVED this story and this post. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteGreat story!! I know I'm definitely guilty of assuming the worst sometimes!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh!!! Definitely was not expecting that ending!
ReplyDeleteMuch agreed though. Crazy how little we all interact without technology to hide behind!