"Four things you can never recover"
Cookies
A young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of a big airport.
As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies. She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room of the airport, to rest and read in peace. Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.
When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated, but said nothing. She just thought: “What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!”
For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn’t want to cause a scene. When only one cookie remained, she thought: “ah…What will this abusive man do now?”
Then, the man, taking the last cookie, divided it in half, giving one half to her. Ah! That was too much! She was much too angry now! In a huff, she took her book, her things, and stormed to the boarding place.
When she took her seat inside the plane, she looked in her purse for her eyeglasses, and, to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there…untouched, unopened! She felt so ashamed! She realized that she was wrong….She had forgotten that her cookies were kept in her purse.
The man had divided his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter….while she had been very angry, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him. And now there was no chance to explain herself…nor to apologize.
There are four things you can never recover…
The stone… after the throw,
The word… after it’s said,
The occasion… after the loss, and
The time… after it’s gone.
Author Unknown
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About The Author
I am ever so glad that I have visited this site. After reading the cookie story. I felt the same way as the author. It is me all the way. I am 56 years old and I am getting worst as I am growing older, I try not to, but it kept coming back. It is a good reminder for me not to do it.
Cheers, Anne
I liked that!
I, like Anne, know I am often stupid like that! (I am the same age as Anne!) Your story is a good lesson to think about such things. If you want to have a generous heart, you must DETERMINE to have one, pray for it, and work towards that goal.