Once again, I am guilty of losing the source of this quite sweet poem. It’s such a great reminder that what we think we’re seeing isn’t always what’s real, so I wanted to share it with you. Let’s all try to be flexible with our perceptions!
The Cookie Thief
A woman was waiting at the airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
She read and munched 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’d blacken his eye!”
With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he’d 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, and he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, ”Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he’s also so 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 for the gate,
Refusing to look at the “thieving ingrate”.
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then 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 with despair,
“Then 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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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwe…..she must have felt emotional about THAT…and educated:)
It is a sweet story of how nice and generous the other soul was to share with her…and I think he was an angel to teach her such a gentle lesson:)
Thank you, I would like to be that man who shared with her:)
XOXOX
Grace
ps I LOVE the frozen laundry hanging out…
Yes, another nice perspective. He clearly wasn’t judging her because he smiled at her and gave her half of the last cookie. He was such a gift–showing her to herself.
The laundry is a sculpture–the clothes are all cut out of metal. Another example of something not being what we think. Could you tell that?