I was driving to a meeting the other day listening to Dr. Wayne Dyer. As with you I bet, there is always a great inspirational or motivational mp3, cd, or podcast playing in my car. As the late GREAT Zig Ziglar used to say “When you are on the road listening to inspirational, life changing material it is called automobile university”.
In continuing my education, Dr. Dyer shared a poem that Valerie Cox wrote called The Cookie Thief. This poem was so good that I had to pull over, pull out my laptop, find the poem online and write this blog. (You have gotta love technology!!!)
Here is the poem[genericbox]
“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.”
So the big question we can take out of this poem is. Are you the cookie thief? Does your perception of filters if you will block your vision of what’s truly going on? There is also something else playing out here, lets take a step back and think about this turn of events from the other persons end. What would you do if your intuition at the same time as your cookies were being depleted was saying “I think she is actually getting angry because I am eating my own cookies”. As I sit here and type I can feel my insides kind of crunching up, yet I am giggling at the same time. The person who’s cookies were being eaten is a definite We-Go driven person not an Ego driven person. He’s a Go-Giver not a Go-Taker.
So lets really start to look at every situation from as many angles as you can. Is what you see as happening to you, in truth, the only way to see the situation?