Some days ago I had read a quote which said,“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.”The quote had made me pause and brood over it for a while.

Everyone of us looks at the world through our individual lenses.Each one of us is rooted to that one perspective which very much constitutes the definition of ourselves.

Since it is an essential element that helps in self identification,we are very much attached to it and try to protect it.This affinity sometimes eludes us from seeing the world with an open mind and prevents us from conceiving the truth in a proper way.We should make endeavors to understand others perspective before jumping on to quick conclusions about their behaviors.

I was glad to find a delightful poem in the book “Chicken Soup for the Soul” ,which very nicely describes this idea.I strongly felt prompted to share it on my blog. 🙂

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 shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d 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 “Oh 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 for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then 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 with despair
“Then 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.



11 thoughts on “Perspectives

  1. You know I really like sharing this idea with everyone.It is a very necessary insight that needs to be reminded to everyone,including me.Thanks for acknowledging Deb. 🙂


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