Something happened to me right before
I got into my first real car accident.
I live in Greenwich, CT
right now. I have a really fun
job and I love the area.
Two weeks after moving here,
I had been familiar with
the grocery stores,
the libraries and
the roads.
One night I was at the grocery store,
walking past the bakery..
And there it was starring me
back in the face.
It wanted me to
take it home.
It was a cannoli
There was no one else around.
No cashier, no sales clerk.
SO MAYBE I DIDNT NEED ONE.
I wanted one so bad, I tracked someone down.
She had never worked in the bakery.
and didn’t know the prices anyways,
how was I supposed to purchase it?
SO MAYBE I DIDNT NEED ONE.
She decided to give me a deal, but then she whispered and
looked around alot, like this deal was a secret deal,
She said 2.50 and piled four into a carton.
And set one aside for herself.
I wondered the real price of these.
I wondered this for days, and soon,
I did not feel good about my cannoli indulgence..
hmm..symbolic.
So I headed back to that bakery to pay the difference.
No one sells a cannoli for 2.50
let alone 2.50 for 4.
As I approached the bakery counter the Bakery Manager came out with two of his employees and
listened to my story
as I explained that I needed to pay the difference.
When I asked him the price of one cannoli,
he said: 3.99
I was obviously in debt to them.
“how much do I owe you?”
“You came back to the bakery to
tell me you owe me? Your honesty is your payment.”
“are you sure? I questioned him.
Yes, he slipped into the back and his employee
asked where I was from.
Utah.
“oh, are you a mormon?”
“yes”
“Was it your mormon honesty
that brought you back
to the bakery today?”
“yes”
He gave me a free cannoli
and I left
repeating the experience in my mind.
Mormon honesty
Your honesty is your payment.
I did not want a cannoli as
payment
I did not seek praises of man.
I seek honesty with myself,
with the Lord and with those around.
I’m grateful for the ushering of the still small voice.
For he reminded me, small things make a difference.
I have new friends at the bakery, that know
they can count of me for honesty.
This has heightened my sense of honesty.
and I don’t buy any more cannoli(s)….
No because of the experience,
but because I don’t need them..
This little parable,
this little stuffed shell,
holds a memory in my
heart for
your honesty is your payment.
Awesome Story!!
Oh my good gravy. I love this.
Great story, but you should go back and have an occasionally cannoli. If not for yourself, perhaps for me. lol