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 shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to sit and rest.

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 cookie thief.

* The names were changed to protect the innocent….LOL

* Hope you enjoyed this thought provoking incident/story

…and always make sure you know where your cookies are! Oh,….and share em’ 🙂


Two Lovers


Boy: Baby, we need to talk.
Girl: Richard, about what?
Boy: Something has come up…
Girl: What? What’s wrong? Is it bad?
Boy: I don’t want to hurt you, baby.
Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesn’t break up with me… I love him so much.
Boy: Baby, are you there??
Girl: Yeah, I’m here. What is so important??

Boy: I’m not sure if I should say it..
Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.
Boy: I’m leaving…
Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don’t want you to leave me, I love you.

Boy: Not like that, I mean I’m moving far away.
Girl: Why? All of your family lives over here.
Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.
Girl: I can’t believe this.

[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts& yells furiously
ERICA!, what did I tell you about talking to boys?… Get off the
damn phone! (And hangs up).]

Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.
Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I don’t want you to go.
Boy: Would you run away with me?
Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can’t…
You don’t know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!

Boy: *Sad* It’s okay.. I understand, I guess..
Girl: *Thinking* I can’t believe what’s going on.
Boy: I need to give you something tonight, because I am leaving on
the early flight: flight 1-80 first flight out in the morning, so I need to see you now.

Girl: Okay, I will sneak out & meet you at the park.
Boy: Okay, I’ll meet you there in 20 minutes.
[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug each other. And he gives
her a note.]
Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.
Girl: *tears* (Begins to cry.)
Boy: Baby, don’t cry, you know I love you… But I have to go.
Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)
[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]
It says…
You probably already know that I’m leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I’m leaving I thought you should know that I hate you. You never did the right thing, and you were never there. I didn’t think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that’s a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. You keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. I hate you so much. Goodbye.

– Richard”

[Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in the garbage & cries for hours]….. A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely… Then she gets a phone call….
Friend: How are you feeling?
Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.
Friend: Oh, about that. Richard left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something…

Girl: Umm.. okay.
[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket,

It says:
“Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words…
Hate = Love
Never = Always

……I hope you didn’t take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me… -Richard”]
Girl: Oh my God! It’s a letter.. Richard does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can’t believe how stupid I am!
Friend: lol Okay but I got to go… Call me later.

Girl: *happy* okay, bye, I’ll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!

… Erica turns the T.V. on……
[Breaking news] “An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors… This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80… it was on its way to an all boys boarding school…” the Reporter says.

[She turns off the t.v. … 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Richard was dead & she had nothing to live for… ]
… A day after that, the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Richard, he called to leave a message. “Its Richard, I guess you’re not home so, I called to let you know that I’m alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good.”

Moral of the story? Many lessons here!: NEVER EVER LEAVE YOUR LOVED ONE’S AND NEVER MAKE PERMANENT DECISIONS WHEN EVER YOU ARE HURT OR ANGRY……..SOME JUST CAN’T BE TAKEN BACK! Say what you mean and mean what you say… matter who won’t approve. If you love someone; don’t be ashamed, and don’t try and hide it. In this story, which is not unique, always listen to that small still voice if it’s telling you to cancel a trip, or just wait till…..’ Be patient- it just might save your life. Can’t tell you how many people decided not to go to work in New York on Sept. 11th. Many played hooky and some just got- delayed. Many people were listening that day. God loves us, and does not want any of us to be harmed or killed.

Oh, and don’t write your girlfriend a letter that says you hate her; she may always wonder even if it was a joke. If Richard had got on that plane, his father would be one son short. Parents are not always right. It’s just to respect their opinions but if you feel like it’s a mistake- stand your ground. Pray about it!

Small Glass Of Water


The Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see & asked the students “How much do you think this glass weighs?”

50grams!’….. ’100grams!’ …..’125 grams’ …the students answered.

I really don’t know unless I weigh it,” said the professor, “but, my question is:

What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?”…. .

Nothing’ …..the students said.

Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?” the professor asked.

Your arm would begin to ache’ said one of the students.

You’re right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?”

Your arm could go numb; you might have severe muscle stress & paralysis & have to go to hospital for sure!” ….. Ventured another student and all the students laughed.

Very good.”

But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?” Asked the professor.

No’…. Was the answer.

Then what caused the arm ache & the muscle stress?”

The students were puzzled.

What should I do now to come out of pain?” asked professor again.

Put the glass down!” said one of the students.

Exactly!” said the professor.

Life’s problems are something like this.”

Hold it for a few minutes in your head and they seem OK.”

Think of them for a long time & they begin to ache.”

Hold it even longer & they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything.”

It’s important to think of the challenges or problems in your life, But EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to ‘PUT THEM DOWN’ at the end of every day before you go to sleep…”

That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh and strong and can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!”


Moral of the Story?

When you start your day today, Remember this story to ‘PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY! ‘

And, this story even has a root in a Biblical lesson. Jesus told His followers to cast their cares upon Him, for He cared for them (1 Peter 5:7).

Matthew 6:34 says, “Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.”


Praise God! That’s what I do. It works!

Just Five More Minutes


While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. “That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide. “He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?” Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.” The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”

Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.” The man smiled and said, “OK.” “My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa. She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”

Moral of the Story? A couple of things can be gleaned from this. However, for this moral, it’s simple: Don’t drink and drive. With our children; minutes count!

Elephant Tied To A Small Rope


As a man was passing by the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their one of their legs. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “When they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

Having failed does not mean failure. We should never give up the struggle in life.

Soul-Searching Kiss


‘The subway train sways back and forth, its wheels screeching more fiendishly than ever against the tracks. Outside the window the freezing cold of winter rules and the dreary bay looks like a yawning abyss as the train rumbles across it. The carriage is filled with frozen self-centered, bored passengers. Good morning!’

Suddenly a little boy pushes his way in between discourteous grown-up legs – the kind that only grudgingly make room for you. While his father stays by the door, the boy sits next to the window, surrounded by unfriendly, morning-weary adults.

What a brave child, I think.

As the train enters a tunnel, something totally unexpected and peculiar happens. The little boy slides down from his seat and puts his hand on my knee. For a moment, I think that he wants to go past me and return to his father, so I shift a bit. But instead of moving on, the boy leans forward and stretches his head up towards me. He wants to tell me something, I think. Kids! I bend down to listen to what he has to say. Wrong again! He kisses me softly on the cheek.

Then he returns to his seat, leans back and cheerfully starts looking out of the window. But I’m shocked. What happened? A kid kissing unknown grown-ups on the train? To my amazement, the kid proceeds to kiss all my neighbors.

Nervous and bewildered, the ladies look questioningly at his father, “He’s so happy to be alive,” the father says. “He’s been very sick.”

The train stops and father and son get down and disappear into the crowd. The doors close. On my cheek I can still feel the child’s kiss – a kiss that has triggered some soul-searching.

Moral of the story?

How many grown-ups go around kissing each other from the sheer joy of being alive? How many even give much thought to the privilege of living? And Who would you thank? Thank God!

What would happen if we all appreciated life as the boy in this story and moreover, the lives of those around us. Do you love life? Have you been given a second chance at life? If yes, then use your life to make someone else’s life better……….better yet; give them a hug and a kiss- make a difference in someone’s life today. 

Another Woodcutter Story



Once upon a time, a very strong woodcutter asked for a job in a timber merchant and he got it. The pay was really good and so was the work condition. For those reasons, the woodcutter was determined to do his best.

His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he supposed to work.

The first day, the woodcutter brought 18 trees.

Congratulations,” the boss said. “Go on that way!”

Very motivated by the boss words, the woodcutter tried harder the next day, but he could only bring 15 trees. The third day he tried even harder, but he could only bring 10 trees. Day after day he was bringing less and less trees.

I must be losing my strength”, the woodcutter thought. He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not understand what was going on.

When was the last time you sharpened your axe?” the boss asked.

Sharpen? I had no time to sharpen my axe. I have been very busy trying to cut trees…”

Moral of the story: Our lives are like that. We sometimes get so busy that we don’t take time to sharpen the “axe”. In today’s world, it seems that everyone is busier than ever, but less happy that ever.

Why is that? Could it be that we have forgotten how to stay “sharp”? There’s nothing wrong with activity and hard work. But we should not get so busy that we neglect the truly important things in life, like taking time to get closer to God, and our personal life, giving more time to our family, taking time to read etc.

We all need time to relax, to think and meditate, to learn and grow. If we don’t take the time to sharpen the “axe”, we will become dull and lose our effectiveness. See what I mean?