Wayne Dyer and The Cookie Thief Poem
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- Опубликовано: 15 окт 2015
- "The thing that gets you into trouble isn't what you don't know. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so." ~Mark Twain
The Father of Motivation, Wayne Dyer reads this wonderful poem that reflects what Mark Twain was saying that what you know for sure that just ain't so.
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 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.
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I always come back to this. So needed in these times.
indeed
I was listening to Waynes last audio book. I took a boat out of California to go on a 2 day deep fishing trip. I remember on the 2nd day when we were pulling into shore I was finishing up the audio book. As we came into shore all my texts started coming in because my cell finally got signal. I remember it was from my sister "Oh my God...Wayne Dyer just died". It was a really weird moment for me because I had wayne reading in my ears.....and I read something different in my texts. RIP Wayne. I am 35 now and I have been listening to him since I was 16 years old. Thank you Mom for showing me Wayne.
Very moving. Thank you Wayne Dyer, Mark Twain, and for most the author VALLERY COX .
I cry every time I hear this...
I get that
Too often we judge others without hesitation.
true
Great stuff, he also provides the best recitation for this.
for sure
PERFECT!!
The best ❤️
Valerie Cox you ate my cookies at Hobby airport. I love you.
Love that ❤🥰
a def favorite
This was written by Susan Tubre in the 80’s. She lives in Hammond La. it actually happened to her in the New Orleans Airport. But she never never copy righted the event and story.
Ohhhh
oh wow...
This brings back the olden days when my dad would say this to me, my brother, and my sister every night before bed🙂
George Torpedo you're lying because this only happened in real life 4 years ago at Houston Hobby airport where Valerie Cox ate my cookies.
The poem was originally published in 1996, Jesse Ledesma - more than 4 years ago!
@@lauragrady2324 you must be fun at parties
lol
Wow This was great!
Dr. B brought me here🤗
wow... what a great humanitarian.
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