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Thursday, September 27, 2007

When You Are The One At Fault...

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 reat and read in peace. Beside the armchair where a packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.

When she took out the 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 did not want to cause a scene.

When only one cookie remained she thought "ah ...what this abusive man would do now?"

Then the man taking the last cookie, divided it to half, giving her one half.

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 sat down in her seat, in the plane,she looked into her purse for her eyeglasses, and, to her surprises, her packet of cookies was there untouched, unopened!

She felt so ashamed!! She realised that she was wrong...she had forgotten that her cookies are 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 or apologise...

There are 4 things that you cannot recover:

The Stone... after the throw!

The word ...after it's said!

The occasion ...after the loss!

The time ...after it's gone!

Labels: fault, meaningful