Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?
I was never disappointed when I went with the phrase, “honesty is the best policy”.
I can remember twice I went with my belief truth should triumph. The first time at age seven my classmate tore off the pages in my book, it was my homework she wanted. I could not give it to her because the school bell was rung for the teachers and students to assemble for prayer, I was supposed to be there for prayer before the school started.
I came back and found the pages missing from my book. I was afraid I didn’t know what to say to my teacher about the missing homework. When I was called to give my homework, I showed her my book with the missing pages and explained why they were missing. I told her my classmate asked for my homework, I was unable to give it to her because I had to run to the place where our teachers were waiting to start our daily prayer.
It was up to the teacher to believe me or my classmate, who denied tearing the pages. The teacher looked at both of us and said, “I believe Chaman.”
Then when the principal of the school where I was teaching, asked me to find out who amongst us teachers on duty forgets to turn the hall lights off before they left for lunch. I went and asked all the teachers, they all said , “we always do”. I realized then I did not know we were expected to turn off all the lights when we were on school duty before we left for lunch, I was the one who was guilty of not turning off the lights.
The Principal was embarrassed when I told him I’m the only person who did not turn the lights off before going for lunch. I remember he looked at me, grinned and said, “no it’s not true.”
“Yes it is Mr. Hancock”,I said!
My experience asserts strongly, “Honesty is the Best Policy.”
Write about something you consider,”Ugly”– war, violence, failure,hatred—but try to find beauty, or a sense of hope, in your thoughts.
I consider war, “Ugly”, I write this because I think of all the lives that are lost. My thoughts are with the innocent children who are orphaned at a very young age, young wives who become widows.
The casualties of wars is heart wrenching, so many people are in a state of chaos. They lose their homes, part of their family. It is worse when the ones who survive the war lose their capacity to work.
I wonder where is the silver lining. Maybe if I think of it from a practical point of view, the war is waged when it endangers the safety of the people,for example Adolph Hitler’s plan to conquer the world. This war was necessary because it saved our world, and stopped Hitler from his evil designs.
The cold crisp sunny morning was a blessing after days of continuous rain, Patricia called her cousin Tracy, to find out if she’d be interested to go for a walk,Tracy was thrilled by this offer, Tracy met Pat at her house.
Both looked as fresh as a daisy, the weather makes such a difference to everyone’s mood, they decided to walk to the strip mall nearby, there wasn’t much happening inside, the sun shining after so many days must be the reason, there were fewer people inside.
Pat and Tracy grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down in a corner of the coffee shop, they were so deep in conversation they failed to notice Tracy’s friend Mark, who had come to get a cup of coffee and sit outdoors on a bench, when he saw Tracy, he came to say Hi, but did not like to disturb them, besides he didn’t know the girl with Tracy and turned around to leave.
He was about to open the door to go out when he heard Tracy, “Mark” she called, “come here and meet my cousin Patricia”.
Mark came back, after the introduction, Mark sat down, he told Tracy he was offered a job at a posh restaurant to play the piano, it was a decent job so Mark was happy to take it, Patricia who had no idea what Mark did for a living could not stay quiet any longer, “Are you a pianist too, she exclaimed?”