Have you ever thought about the advantages of telling the truth? I know that it is a novel concept for some people because it is so much easier to lie. OR, IS IT ? It may be easier at the moment to lie…but when you do...the ensuing cover up can be an absolute nightmare.

Here is my Random Thought about telling the truth ...and yes, it also includes another interesting, meaningful and heartwarming story from my childhood that taught me a lesson.

                                                                       By Lou Goldstein

We all lie !

You show me a person that says they don’t lie and I will show you a liar.

We have been liars from the first time we cried as a baby simply to get attention. We wanted our parents to think something was wrong and our only means of communication was to cry. When finding out that someone came to our aid every time we cried, we cried any time we wanted attention.

Those of you who might think that a baby crying to get attention is not lying are entitled to your opinion.
However, why
doesn’t a baby just smile to get attention. The reason is that no one hears a smile so the baby must cry (lie). Let’s not quibble about it. Let’s compromise and agree that it’s possible. Thanks.

My father taught me a life’s lesson about lying when I was 11 years old.

I had a duodenal stomach ulcer (at the time the youngest case in the hospital’s history).
As part of my treatment I had to carry a thermos bottle that was part cream and part milk to school with me each day. I drank this during my lunch period.

One day, after school, on my way home I dropped the thermos bottle and the glass inside shattered. I was devastated.
We were poor (more about this later) and I was afraid of being punished when my parents found out. My stress about this incident and others I experienced as a child might also explain how an 11 year old got a duodenal stomach ulcer in the first place. That’s another story for a different time.

Meanwhile, back to this story. I picked up my broken thermos bottle and continued walking home. As I got closer to home, which was a 2nd floor apartment directly above a restaurant, I thought of a plan.


When I got home I went crying to my mother. “Mother, some mean old man grabbed my thermos bottle from me and threw it to the ground (sob..sob..) and broke it.” My mother hugged me and told me not to worry. She said that when my father got home from work he would help me.

So far so good.

When my father got home I repeated my sad story to him. He then started asking for more details.“Where did this happen?” “What did the man look like?” “When did this happen?”“What did he say?” “What did you do?”

I answered his questions  (telling more lies)  and...finally, he stopped asking me questions and said, “Nobody is going to get away with doing that to you. I just won’t allow it. We are going to find this man and teach him a lesson.”

It was now beginning to get dark and my father said, “Let’s go son, you and I are going to where this happened.” When we got to the made up spot where I said I was victimized... my father, once again asked me to describe the man.

This was in a busy area that had some commercial storefronts with apartments above them and some self standing duplex apartments.This was not in a very nice area.

Did I say that my family was poor? This was actually a run down and somewhat dangerous area, especially at night. What my father did next was unbelievable. He took me by the hand and began knocking on doors. When someone opened their door my father would ask me, “Is this the man?” When I said no, my father apologized for bothering the person, and went to the next door.

This was repeated another 3 or 4 times until I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke down and began bawling.
“I’m sorry dad. I lied to you. No one grabbed my thermos bottle from me. I dropped it myself.I’m sorry for breaking my thermos bottle.”

My father, without saying a word, took me by the hand and we walked (marched) back home. Along the way he began removing his belt. I knew that his pants fit him fine... so I started thinking about things like… this is not going to be fun.

When we got home my mother asked what happened ...and my father said, “YOUR son is a liar.” He then told me that I was being punished. Not for breaking the thermos bottle...but for lying. He said, “I knew you were lying right away, (maybe yes, maybe no. In fact, my dad might have actually lied to me) but I wanted to teach you a lesson.
When you tell a lie you end up having to tell many more lies to cover up the first one. Just think about how many lies you told after making the first one. If you had told the truth you would not have been punished because accidents can happen. So, you will go to bed immediately after dinner for 2 weeks...and
 ...assume the position." You see, in those days it was all right to take a strap to your child’s back side.

The bottom line is that I survived the punishment and the spanking and I learned a valuable lesson.

When you tell a lie it’s not over. You will, undoubtedly, be telling many more lies to explain the first one. If you tell the truth it’s easy to answer the next questions. Thanks Dad.


Now, I don’t expect you to believe I have never told a lie since then. I’d be lying if I said that. What I will say is thatI am more inclined to tell the truth in most all instances and feel good about that.

Here are some insightful quotes about truth:

Live so that when your children think of fairness and integrity, they think of you. H. Jackson Brown, 

Truth is generally the best vindication against slander.  Abraham Lincoln

Truth is such a rare thing, it is delighted to tell it.  Emily Dickinson

Fiction is the Truth inside the lie.  Stephen King

The biggest consequence to telling a lie is, it leads you to telling another one.  Gary King

Who lies for you will lie against you.  Bosnian Proverb

No man has a good enough memory to make a successful liar.  Abraham Lincoln

A lie may take care of the present, but it has no future.  unknown author

The Truth is more important than the facts.  Frank Lloyd Wright

Integrity is doing the right thing, even if nobody is watching.  unknown author

Integrity is telling myself the Truth. Honesty is telling the Truth to other people.  Spencer Johnson

See you next time,