On the way back from a business trip a woman stopped in the airport gift shop and purchased a drink and bag of chocolate chip cookies. She then proceeded to the gate to wait for boarding. She found a seat and sat down next to an older gentleman.
After opening her drink, she took the cookie bag from the arm rest and opened it. She took out a cookie and ate it. The old man next to her reached over and took a cookie out as well. He lifted it up and smiled at her. The woman was aghast at the gall, for him to assume he could take one of her cookies, but she held her tongue. She was curious what he would do when she took another cookie. She slid her hand into the package and grabbed a cookie. The old man followed suit and also took another cookie as well. For every cookie she took the gentleman took one. And this is how it went until there was one remaining cookie. Now what would the man do? Eventually, he reached into the bag took out the last cookie broke it in half and handed half to the woman. That was the last straw. The woman grabbed the empty bag, crumpled it up and stomped off to another part of the boarding area. Once seated on the plane she opened up her purse was devastated to see her own, unopened bag of cookies inside. The bag of cookies she had been so upset about sharing wasn’t, in the end, even her own. She was ashamed. But the moment was gone, the gentleman gone she couldn’t make amends. However the experience remained as a deep impression of brotherly love.
(From a Christmas letter received by a sister in the Fountain Hills Ward)
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