Have you ever thought you were right – I mean absolutely knew you were right without a doubt – only to find out eventually that you were wrong. Recently, my glasses broke and I asked my wife, Linda, if she had seen them as I know that she uses them sometimes. Well, she said that she hadn’t used them recently and she had given them to me the last time she used them so that I could put them somewhere safe. Somewhere that I could find them when I needed them. Well, I knew she was wrong. I just knew that she had misplaced them. I got a little angry and told her that her memory was failing her in her old age (she’s just 54). Not a good thing to say. But anyway, she said she had given them to me and that was that. Well, you know the end of this story, don’t you? I found them in a drawer in the living room. Right where I had put them so that I wouldn’t forget where they were if I ever needed them. Now, I’m not going to say something foolish like, I found them in the last place I looked. Anyway this is just one of many stories that I could tell you about being wrong when I knew, without a doubt, I was right. I bet you have a few stories you could tell me.
I discovered this poem a few years ago on a Dr Wayne Dyer Program. I really like it. Thought you might like it too.
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
Enjoy the Journey,
Richard
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