Ultimul biscuite

Intr-un aeroport statea o tanara care urma sa faca o calatorie mai lunga. Si-a cumparat de acolo o carte ca sa treaca mai repede timpul si un pachet de biscuiti. S-a asezat pe un scaun, si-a pus bagajele langa el si s-a apucat sa citeasca. La un moment dat s-a intors sa ia un biscuit din pachetul de langa ea. A observat cu surprindere ca la mica distanta era asezat un domn care citea un ziar, si care fara sa-i ceara permisiunea a inceput sa ia si el din pachetul de biscuiti. Cu toate ca s-a simtit indignata, politetea a impiedicat-o sa ii reproseze ca are un comportament nepotrivit. Dar pe masura ce ea lua cate un biscuit, lua si el unul si asta a facut ca pana la urma tanara sa devina foarte nemultumita. Cand a luat din pachet penultimul biscuit, ea s-a intrebat plina de resentimente: “Oare indrazneste sa mi-l ia si pe ultimul?” Barbatul a luat intr-adevar ultimul biscuit, l-a rupt in doua si i-a oferit zambind cald o jumatate. Simtind ca el a depasit limita bunului simt, tanara s-a ridicat furioasa si s-aindreptat spre un alt colt al salii de asteptare. A deschis geanta ca sa puna inauntru cartea si… spre marea ei surprindere a vazut inauntru pachetul de biscuiti pe care il cumparase. In acel moment a coplesit-o un sentiment de rusine. A inteles ca pachetul din care mancase nu era al ei, ci al barbatului care citea ziarul… El a impartit plin de bunatate chiar si ultima bucatica pe care o avea, fara sa se simta indignat, superior sau furios.

MORALA:

Oare de cate ori in viata am mancat biscuitii altcuiva? Ar fi mai bine ca inainte sa ne

grabim sa-i judecam pe altii sa privim cu atentie in jur… si mai ales in sufletul nostru!

Sa dai cand poti, fara sa astepti nimic in schimb, nici macar un multumesc, si sa nu regreti ca ai dat! Cui dai? Cui are nevoie…Cat dai? Totdeauna mai mult de cat ai primit!

The last cookie

In an airport sat a young girl who would make a longer trip. He bought there a book to go faster during a packet of biscuits. She sat on a chair, put his luggage beside him and started to read. At one point he returned to take a biscuit from the pack next to it. He noted with surprise that short distance was a gentleman who sat reading a newspaper, and that not to ask permission and he began to take the package of biscuits. Although he felt indignant, politeness prevented her reproached to have inappropriate behavior. But as she take one cookie, take one and that he eventually made ​​the young become very unhappy. When was the last but one biscuit packet, she asked, full of resentment: "Do I dare to take it and the last?" The man was really the last biscuit at break in two and gave half a warm smile. Sensing that he exceeded the limits of common sense, and angry young woman stood there aindreptat to another corner of the waiting room. He opened the bag to put inside the book and to her great surprise ... he saw inside the package of cookies that I bought. At that moment an overwhelming sense of shame. He understood that the package which was not eaten her, but the man who was reading the newspaper ... He divided most of kindness even last glimpse he had, without feeling indignant, angry or higher.

Moral:

I wonder how many times in life we ate biscuits anyone? It would be better before we rush to judge others around to watch ... and especially in our soul! To you when you can, without expecting anything in return, not even a thank you, and not regret that you gave! Who you? Who needs ... How you? Always more than how you got!

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