Share Everything…

Dear Reader:

In Robert Fulghum’s best-selling book All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten he starts the list with the most important lesson:

SHARE EVERYTHING!!!!

If we had to choose just one word that sums up the cause behind the mess the world finds itself in today…economically, globally, militarily….it would be a simple 5 letter word!

G R E E D ! (Destroyed by Sharing!)

I don’t know who Honey Burrell’s kindergarten teacher was but she must have been an amazing teacher because there is no one else I know that shares like Honey. She will “literally” loan you the shirt off her back. There are no perimeters to her giving…it is endless and continuous!

And as much as the rest of us think we are pretty good at sharing…all it takes is having to make a tough choice between something we really want or spending the money on something or someone else to realize our deficiency in the category of sharing.

We grip about having to pay for broken appliances or other necessary but boring items but yet don’t skip a beat when it is something we want in a more fun category.

If we had all learned to share like Honey, putting everyone in front of our own needs…the world would be a different place. There would be no wars fighting over someone else’s land, country, product, or riches. Everyone in the world would have enough to eat…because everyone in the world shared.

I had forgotten about this little anecdote until I had almost finished reading it…and was so glad I re-read it again. The lesson in the anecdote is right on target… how we try to pretend to be good sharers until put to the true test.

A Bag of Cookies”

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 t

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”

So until tomorrow…

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Yesterday was the day on the itinerary when Tommy and Kaitlyn were slated to spend their one night and day in Dingle. Can hardly wait to see what they thought! I fell in love with it!

 





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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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