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.
happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as he could be. .
.grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to
avoid a scene.
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.”
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.
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!
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
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.
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.
Valerie Cox in “A Matter of Perspective”