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.
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.
By Valerie Cox in “A Matter of Perspective”
I first read this story about two years ago and it made such an impact on me that I shared it on my blog immediately. Just last night, I stumbled on it again quite by accident and it had the same impact on me just like it had two years ago! I guess the best things in life are worth enjoying repeatedly!
More importantly, reading this story made me realize again just how many times in my own life I’ve been the “rude one”, the “ingrate” and the “thief”.
And what will you do about it today? Drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org let me know!