Lladres de galetes

Una noia estava esperant el seu vol en una sala d`espera d’un gran aeroport. Com que s’havia d’esperar bastant, va decidir comprar un llibre i un paquet de galetes.Es va asseure en una sala de l’aeroport per a poder descansar i llegir en pau.

Dos seients al seu costat, es va asseure un home que va obrir una revista i va començar a llegir.Entre ells van quedar les galetes. Quan ella va agafar la primera, l’home també en va agafar una. Ella es va sentir indignada, però no va dir res. Només va pensar:-“¡Que descarat; si jo no estigués tan cansada, li donaria una bofetada que no se n’oblidaria mai més!”.

Cada vegada que ella agafava una galeta, l’home també n’agafava una. Allò la va indignar tant que no aconseguia concentrar-se ni reaccionar. Quan quedava només una galeta, va pensar: -Què farà ara aquest abusador?”.Llavors, l’home va dividir la última galeta i va deixar la meitat per a ella.Ah! No! Allò li va semblar massa!.Es va posar a bufar de la ràbia!. Va tancar el seu llibre i les seves coses i es va dirigir al sector d’embarcament.

Quan es va asseure a l’interior de l’avió, va mirar dins la seva bossa i a dins hi havia el seu paquet de galetes, intacte, sense obrir. Va sentir tanta vergonya! Només llavors va veure fins a quin punt estava equivocada. Havia oblidat que les seves galetes estaven guardades dins la seva bossa!

L’home havia compartit les seves sense sentir-se ni indignat, ni nerviós, ni alterat. I ja no hi havia temps ni possibilitats per a explicar o demanar perdó.Però si per a raonar: – Quantes vegades en la nostra vida treiem conclusions quan hauríem d’observar millor? – Quantes coses no són exactament com pensem sobre les persones? I va recordar que existeixen quatre coses a la vida que no es poden recuperar:

1- Una pedra, després d’haver estat llançada.

2- Una paraula després d’haver estat dita.

3- Una oportunitat, després d’haver-la perdut.

4- El temps, després d’haver passat.

The Cookie thief (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. How many times in our lives,have we absolutely knownthat something was a certain way,only to discover later that what we believed to be true … was not?

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