Being Dishonesty

Being Dishonesty

Being Dishonesty Nobody taught me to be dishonest, thatis, nobody explained, showed notes, or drew pictures showing me how to be dishonest. I learned it on my own, like everyone else, through trial and error. The trials of being honest come to us all at a young age. I was a young boy when I learned my first lessons about telling the truth. I was in trouble, I do not remember the offense now, but I do remember the consequence. Mommy and daddy used to say, “Always tell the truth, honesty is the best policy.” All I remember was actually believing that, and then feeling the heavy repetitious sting of my dad’s leather belt. The belt was new then, stiff and dark brown with his initials and intricate artwork across the surface. Many years later, many lessons later, the belt was worn out and faded, no more intricate designs across the surface. The initials, once proud and intimidating, were barely visible. The stiffness of the belt was long gone; what was left resembled something like a bullwhip rather than a belt. It was that belt, worn and faded, that taught me about dishonesty. I learned that honesty is not always the best policy. Nobody taught me to be dishonest, but you had better believe I learned the risks and benefits at an early age. Ask my family, friends, co-workers, and acquaintances and most will tell you that I am an honest person. I guess that is the point, isn’t it? Dishonesty is a deep dark vein that runs through each of us. The depth and darkness of that vein is different for everyone, but it is there, we learned it from our past, it shapes our present and influences our future. Honesty is the best policy? I would be lying if I said I believed that. Dishonesty as a child is different from dishonesty as an adult. In children, like everything else to a child, dishonesty is a curiosity, a “what if”. What if I blame my sister for breaking the lamp? What if I watch the TV shows I am not allowed to watch? What if I steal another cookie without asking? What...

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