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The Cookie Thief

I was listening to a Wayne Dyer program on CD the other day, and I heard something really thought provoking that I wanted to share.

The program is called “The Secrets to Manifesting Your Destiny”, and if you’ve never listened to it, it really is a good one.  It talks about a particular type of meditation, and if you happen to be looking for a way to get clear in your mind and have more focus and control in your life, I would definitely recommend it.

Anyway, during part of his lecture, he recites this poem that is absolutely wonderful.  It is written by a woman named Valerie Cox.  And to me, it’s a perfect illustration of a few key aspects relating to our reality.  First, that our perspective can make all the difference in the world.  Second, that we are often far too quick to judge situations and people which in turn creates all sorts of issues for us.  And most importantly, that each of us can be a shining example to those around us and have a lasting positive impact, if we just do what we know is right, regardless of the way everyone else reacts to it. Read it and let me know what your thoughts are…

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 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 was as bold as could be

He grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene

She munched cookies and watched the clock, as this 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, and 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 as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought “Oh 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 for the gate, refusing to look back 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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