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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:50 pm
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL.
Sometimes we all need a little comfort. A helpful story or quote when we're haveing a ruff time. Maybe just a few words of advice from a friend or fellow gaian. So I came up with Chicken Soup for the Gaian Soul as a thread were, as a guild, we can talk about anything that bothering us and share inspirational stories, quotes, or poems to help others out. There no topic in particular, just whatever soemone needs help with at the time. Topics can varie, fom the word of wisdom to depression and everything in between. I ask that any information disclosed here be kept strictly to teh guild and its members. Please respect other peoples privacy. Also, please remember to be polite and curteous and most of all understanding of each other. Put downs, harsh repremends, disrespectful, bilgerant, or condesending attittudes will not be tolerated here. This is a place were people can come and find help or answers to their questions. With that said; welcome all to Chicken Soup for the Gaian Soul.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 2:12 pm
One of my favourites:
The Cookie Thief
by Valerie Cox
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 drop.
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 thief.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 2:28 pm
Two brothers were always getting into trouble in their neighborhood. The people in the neighborhood started complaining to the parents about the boys. So the boys parents decided to have their priest talk to the boys. The priest asks to speak to the boys alone, requesting to see the youngest first. The young boy comes in and sits at a large table across the room from the priest.
The priest looks at the boy, points at him and, trying to emphasize that God is in everyone, asks, "Where is God?" The boy looks around the room and back at the priest and says nothing. Again, the priest points at the boy and in a louder voice asks, "Where is God?" The boy says nothing. The priest walks around the table, pointing inches from the boy’s face and asks again, "Where is God?"
The boy jumps out of his chair and runs out the door. The boy runs right home, grabs his older brother and says to him, "We are in BIG trouble!" His brother replies, "We haven't done anything!" The younger brother replies, "God's missing, and they think we did it!"
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