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que contarte…
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(Please read this story below the Spanish
version)
El Ladrón de Galletas
Hay un bonito poema de
Valerie Cox circulando en Internet sobre una mujer que compró unas galletas y
un libro en un aeropuerto y se sentó a leer y saborear las galletas a la espera
de su avión. Pronto se dio cuenta de que un hombre que estaba sentado a su
lado, tomó indiferentemente una galleta de la bolsa.
Aunque sorprendida y
furiosa, la mujer permaneció en silencio mientras el hombre, sin la menor seña
de vergüenza o de gratitud, en silencio continuaba comiendo las galletas una
por una conforme ella lo hacía.
Cuando quedaba solo
una galleta, vio con asombro como él la tomó, le sonrió como si estuviera
siendo amable, y la partió por la mitad. El se comió una mitad y le dio la otra
mitad. Se felicitó a sí misma por mantener la calma, no le dijo nada a ese grosero
ladrón de galletas, sorprendida por el descaro de algunas personas.
Más tarde, cuando se estaba
acomodando en su asiento en el avión, ella buscó algo en su bolso y descubrió
la bolsa de galletas que había comprado, todavía sin abrir. La moraleja está contenida en la estrofa que
cierra el poema:
"Si las mías están aquí," ella gimió con desesperación,
"Entonces, las otras eran de él, y trató
de compartir."
Demasiado tarde para
disculparse, se dio cuenta afligida,
Que ella fue la
maleducada, la ingrata, la ladrona.
Estar seguro no es lo mismo que estar en lo
correcto. La certeza sin humildad
puede conducirnos a creer que nosotros “somos
los únicos que tenemos la razón” y distorsionar nuestra visión y
comprensión del mundo y de las personas.
La humildad no exige
que cambiemos o dudemos de nuestras convicciones más profundas. Lo que te pide
es que tengamos y defendamos nuestras creencias sin descartar la posibilidad de
que en cambio otros pueden estar en lo correcto.
Este es Michael
Josephson recordándonos que el carácter cuenta.
Michael Josephson
Publicada originalmente en Internet en Insight Of The Day de Bob Proctor
Adaptación al Español:
Graciela Sepúlveda y
Andrés Bermea
“El ladrón de galletas” me recuerda lo fácil que es sacar
conclusiones sin fundamento. Hacemos todo tipo de suposiciones sobre toda clase de cosas todos
los días y, si no tenemos cuidado, esto se nos puede regresar y 'mordernos' en algún lugar bastante
desagradable.
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Here the English version…
The
Cookie Thief
There’s a nice poem by Valerie Cox
circulating on the Internet about a woman who bought some cookies and a book at
an airport and sat down to read and nibble while waiting for her plane. She
soon noticed a man sitting next to her, who casually took a cookie from the
bag.
Although shocked and seething, the woman
remained silent as the man, without the slightest sign of shame or gratitude,
quietly helped himself, matching her cookie for cookie.
When there was one cookie left, she watched
in amazement as he picked it up, smiled at her as if he were being gracious,
and broke it in half. He ate one half and gave her the other. Congratulating
herself for maintaining her cool, she said nothing to this rude cookie thief,
astonished at the nerve of some people.
Later, when she was settling into her seat
on the plane, she rummaged through her purse and discovered the bag of cookies
she’d purchased, still unopened. The moral message is contained in the poem’s
closing stanza:
“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.
Being
sure is not the same as being right. Certainty
without humility can lead to self-righteousness that distorts our view and
understanding of the world and of people.
Humility doesn’t require us to be equivocal
or doubtful about our deepest convictions. What it asks is that we hold and
advocate our beliefs without dismissing the possibility that others may be right
instead.
This is Michael Josephson reminding you
that character counts.
Michael Josephson
Originally published on Insight Of The Dayfrom Bob Proctor
“The
Cookie Thief” reminds me of just how easy it is for
us to jump to conclusions. We make all kinds of assumptions about all kinds of
things every day and, if we’re not careful, these things may well come back and
‘bite’ us somewhere rather unpleasant.
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The poem of Valerie Cox:
The
Cookie Thief
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.
~ Valerie Cox
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