Don’t Judge!

This particular story has been making the rounds online for quite some time. It has been sent and resent so many times that it mau have lost its original text. Nonetheless, the underlying lesson has remained unchanged

“A young lady was waiting for her flight in the
boarding room of a big airport. As she would
need to wait many hours, she decided to buy
a book to spend her time. She also bought a
packet of cookies.

She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room
of the airport, to rest and read in peace.
Beside the armchair where the packet of
cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat,
opened his magazine and started reading.

When she took out the first cookie, the man
took one also. She felt irritated but said
nothing. She just thought: “What a nerve! If I
was in the mood I would punch him for
daring!”
For each cookie she took, the man took one
too.

This was infuriating her but she didn’t
want to cause a scene. When only one cookie
remained, she thought: “ah… What has this
abusive man done now?” Then, the man, taking
the last cookie, divided it into half, giving her
one half.

Ah! That was too much! She was much too
angry now! In a huff, she took her book, her
things and stormed to the boarding place.
When she sat down in her seat, inside the
plane, she looked into her purse to take her
eyeglasses, and to her surprise, her packet of
cookies was there, untouched, unopened!

She felt so ashamed! She realized that she
was wrong… She had forgotten that her
cookies were kept in her purse. The man had
divided his cookies with her, without feeling
angered or bitter.
“While she had been very angry, thinking that
she was dividing her cookies with him. And
now there was no chance to explain herself,
nor to apologize.”

* * * * * *
There are 4 things that you cannot
recover:
The stone… after the throw.
The word…after it’s said.
The occasion…after the loss.
The time…after it’s gone.

Snippets

Why do i feel giddy all of a sudden, ehn?
Yesterday my head was buried deep in my blog
I literally begged ol’ Temi to come to school
Lazed all thru today
 pulled off some laundry n cleanin, 
next was a call.
 Hey, he’s in school!
U dont know how shocked i was
Didnt know whether to laugh out or jump up
:
D atmosphere suddenly became bright.
 Hitherto, i didn’t know what i was missing
 or that i was missing it at all 
(to think i call maself ouMISSa)
:
Wrong timing ( again)
 i just got out of the bathroom
 n so he had to chill a bit. 
Not that i usually dress up for him.
 Its just that i wished i didn’t have to rush
Pashmina chose d wrong day to be naughty
One  ” na wa” later,
 i came out lookin 4 him.
 Windii pointed n i redirected
 ( anoda ‘as usual’)
Was too stunned.
 Never tot he’d come so soon.
 mind you the new shirt made him difficult to spot , little joke abt ma glasses
Played wiv Windii 
, a call came in for him.
 we then sized each oda up.
 
Apparently i was seemin dull.
 Really i fink it was an unexpected sad wave 
 if i cud hug it might av made him feel bet’er.
 Emmai had to enter d gist
Now this has bcom a norm,
 sum’n i must cope wiv.
 lil faux-pas abt him callin ha.
 Went upstairs,
 she was in a hapi mood wiv sm mutual babez.
called him by mistake 
 he caught a whiff of d ice cream frenzy
went downstairs n like an aforewritten script, events played out in a manner
 so familiar it almost went unnoticed.
 Past maghrib wen we dispersed.
 i sensed sum’n was wrong.
 u know like dat delicate equation
 was tipped to a dangerous side…..

Feb 29  22:20