Cookie Givers and Takers
I listen to motivational CDs, talks and lectures a lot. For me, it is an essential part of my daily routine as it helps to keep me in a peek emotional state. It also re-adjusts my attitude when needed (which can be often). One of my favorite people to listen to is Dr. Wayne Dyer. I can listen to his material over and over again. Each time I learn something new or am reminded of a key principle that I can do a better job of executing.
Even though I never met Dr. Dyer personally, I feel that he has been able to mentor me through his books, tapes, and lectures. It is important to have mentors such as this in our lives (in person and/or via their work) as they help us to become better people. This past week I pulled out one of my favorite CD series from Dr. Dyer. In that series, he read a poem called The Cookie Thief which was written by Valerie Cox (included below).
Every time I hear The Cookie Thief I have to smile for it is filled with many lesions. Most of these lesions are things that we all know but need a quick reminder on. If you are like me, you have played the role of both ‘cookie giver’ and ‘cookie taker’ (or cookie thief). Being a ‘cookie giver’ is far better than being a ‘cookie taker’ – but it can be much more difficult. However, it is worth it – so let’s strive to be ‘cookie givers’ and trust that all the goodness we put out will come back to us 100 fold.
My hope is that you find the same chuckles and meaning in this poem that I did.
All the best for today! 2016 is your time – go out and take it!
The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport 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.
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.
So she munched the 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 would blacken his eye.”
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.
