rightlydividingtruth
rightlydividingtruth
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I have been a life coach for years and have met all kinds of people from different cultures and places. The one thing I have found is that most people want to know the truth.
For some strange reason it seems that I was born with a conscience and would not lie to another person. Now I want to be sure here that you are hearing me because I did not always abide by that.
For instance I used to collect baseball cards you know the ones you got in the bubble gum packs with five cards in them. I think at the time they were about $0.25 a pack. However I wanted to fill in some cards that I did not have so that my collection was finished.
One day I went when I was fourteen years of age I went to the neighborhood country store and surveyed the premises. I found one person on the other end of the store and no others. I went over to where the cards were and took a whole box and left the store.
When I got home my mother asked me where I had been and what I had been doing. I made up a story and thought everything would be alright. However my conscience started bothering me and my mother came back and asked me again where I had been and what I had been doing.
You know I don't know how she did that but she figured out that I had lied to her and knew something was wrong. I told here where I went and that I got a couple of bubble bum card packs.
One again she said alright but why didn't you tell me that in the beginning. I shrugged my shoulders and said I don't know and walked away. Eventually I had to go back there and the store owner saw me looking at the bubble bum packs of cards. He asked me if I knew something about some packs that were stolen. All of a sudden I really felt guilty about the whole thing. I wound up telling him the truth. He said to me how do I expect to pay for those packs. I said sir I don't have the money. He said well I am going to have to talk to your parents about that. I said sir please don't do that because I don't want them to know that I did that.
So he made me a deal and made me promise him that I would not ever tell a lie again and if I would do that he would give me small jobs around the store to work off the money those packs were worth. I did and he kept his word.
Then my mother wanted to know why I was now working for the store owner when I was only 14 years old. I told her that I was in the store and the owner asked me if I would like to help out for a few days. I said yes because it was more interesting then sitting around home with nothing to do. Now I told the truth I didn't tell her the whole story but after that day I kept my promise and did not lie again.
Now after all of that and looking back on it I saw it was easier to tell the truth right off because I had to make up a story three times and keeping up with that story gets harder to do the more people know about it. You generally get trapped in more lies telling the story over and over again. Its just not worth it to conjure up stories to cover yourself. It always comes back and bites you.
The truth is far easier to deal with maybe not at first but people respect you more for it because you do. You will find you make more friends that way.
What is the moral of this story?
Everyone wants to be trusted and especially in relationships. Your wife or husband will always honor and respect you for telling the truth. If all of us did that we would not have so many betrayals..
Do you really want to know the truth?
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