• I was at the airport, sitting at my gate, 33. Waiting for my flight to Seattle, Washington. I looked down at my watch. I still had another 45 minutes before boarding. Minutes ticked by. And I became to grow impatient and hungry. I looked again at my watch. Still 37 minutes. So I arose grabbed my carryon and walked over to the nearest shop.
    This shop was filled with snacks and souvenirs. I glanced at the souvenirs. Not interested in toy planes. And found a model of the airport. I found where I was, but I didn't find a sign that said "You are here."
    I walked to the food section. Grabbed myself a sandwich, chips, water bottle and cookies. Really, I only wanted the cookies, but there was something about that cashier. I paid for my food and walked back to a nearby table and sat down with my carryon. I looked at my watch again. Half an hour to go. "I might as well eat."

    After time, tables began filling up. While I ate, a man came and sat down at my table. I looked at him once. And he looked at me. I said nothing. He said nothing. The bag of cookies I purchased sat on the table between me and the man. I opened the bag and reached in and grabbed myself and cookie. It was the most delicious food I've had at an airport. To my surprise the man next to me grabbed a cookie without say anything. Nothing.
    Each time I grabbed a cookie and he grabbed one. Soon there was only one cookie left. By then I was annoyed and outraged. That man was eating my cookies and said nothing. Didn't even look at me. Soon there was only I cookie left. He then reached in grabbed the last cookie broke it in half and gave me one half. I screamed. A scream of anger and annoyance. I gave him one last look. A dirty look. And ran to my gate.
    Only 5 more minutes. I sat waited and thinking. All I thought was anger towards the man. Hate built up in me. Those 5 minutes was by fast. I jumped up when the announcer said we are boarding now.
    I rushed on to my plane found an empty seat and cargo. I sat in the window seat still thinking of the man. Thinking thought of him filled me with hate. This woman then asked to sit with me. I just grunted "Yes." She put her bag up next to mine and sat in the aisle. She looked at me, but I didn't look back. Still thinking of the man I put myself to sleep.

    I woke up and glanced at my watch. I only slept two hours. Stilled had 93 minutes until Seattle. I looked at the woman next to me. We talked briefly, but I found it hard to listen to her. For her life stories were nothing, interesting to me. "I'm getting my book instead." I asked her kindly if I could get out. She let me out. I opened my cargo reached in my carryon looking for my book. I then felt a bag and pulled it out.
    There was my cookies I saved.


    The moral to this story is we're not always right.
    Many times we don't know it.
    We shouldn't complain.
    We should think twice before pointing fingers.
    And we should be like the man: willing to share without complaining.