We all tell our Stories, everyday...
He held up a photo of his wife with a tray of cookies and proceeded to tell her Story. She bakes a cookie sheet full of cookies every day, since her first child was born. Her husband tried to talk to her. It was too expensive and they would all gain weight but she said the cost was minimal, she made the cookies from scratch and no one was over weight. More importantly, she kept baking cookies. One day she shared her Story with him.
Her father made her childhood, less than bearable. She would wait for her two siblings and they would walk home from school together, safety in numbers. One day, she went to the home of a friend and the mother greeted them with a tray of cookies. The home was warm and inviting, and smelled heavenly. She never forgot...
We each have a Story to tell and Sometimes, it is as easy as a tray of cookies. You don't have far to look to see what you do today, tells your Story. It may be as visible as this Story or it maybe, that you will see Something for the first time. Stories were went to be told and shared. This is how we learn and grow. The very next morning, I served a tray of cookies to my family. What a Story, what a life...
