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Dad and The Pastor; Honesty – Part 10

(Continued from yesterday.)

It was winter, perhaps late January. It snowed all night and drifts were as high as six feet. Dad and I spent the morning plowing, shoveling, and tending to livestock.

Mom fixed Dad and I a hearty meal at noon and she went to her sewing room. We finished eating and sipped coffee and slowing ate apple pie.

“Dad,” I said. “It seems like you and Bowden known each other from long ago.”

“Yeah,” Dad said. “It’s a long story.”

I smiled. “Planting is a good two and half or three months away.”

“You’re starting to sound like me,” Dad said.

“I was 21 years old,” Dad said. “Bowden was thirty when he started to pastor my church. He was smart and handsome. He had a career, came to town with a doctorate.

I dropped out of school. I always wanted to be a pastor. I suppose Bowden was what I wanted to be. Are you sure you want to hear this?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“My study of the Bible was serious even though college was beyond me,” Dad said. “I found so many inconsistencies in what the church taught, what they practiced, what they really believed, and what I really knew to be true and false.”

Dad looked into his cup and sipped.

“Mom and Dad died. The farm was so heavily mortgaged it went back to the bank. The only job I found was working for Clyde Harper,” Dad said. “$100 a week and a cabin. Here’s me with a 20 year old suit and shoes with holes in ’em and there’s Bowden looking like he just got done with a photo shoot for GQ.”

“But it’s what’s in the suit, right Dad?” I said.

“Well,” Dad smiled. “That’s the way your Mom thought too. Bowden and I had our eyes set on the same girl, your mom. Our battle was not only for her heart, but it was over theology. It was about that time I stopped attending the church. Your mom and I got married by a justice of the peace and Bowden went on to be a professor at Princeton’s school of divinity. He became widely read.”

“Is that why there seems to be so much bitterness?” I said.

“I suppose,” Dad said. “Backin up a little, shortly after your mother accepted my proposal for marriage I went to Bowden’s office at the church. I told him to stop trying to date your mom. We argued. He told me I’d be nothing more than an impoverished itinerate farmer and never be able to provide for your mother.”

“You’ve done pretty good, Dad,” I said.

“Yeah,” Dad said. “That was a real kick in the butt for me. I stormed from his office and went out to Clyde Harper’s and we drew up an agreement to buy his farm. Your mom and I lived in that cabin for five years. She worked at the post office, I worked at the factory, and we both worked the farm.”

“Do you think he envies you?” I said.

“How could he?” Dad said. “He’s got everything he wants, himself.”

“What keeps him coming back?” I said.

“I don’t know,” Dad said, “but someday he’ll tell why.”

“Do you think it’s mom,” I said.

“Well, I couldn’t blame him if it was,” Dad said. “Every time you think you have the other person figured out or know them they surprise you. Never overestimate or underestimate a man. A man is what he says he is.”

“What if he says he’s honest,” I said.

“Honest men never say they’re honest,” Dad said. “Only liars and thieves say they’re honest.”

“Let your yes be yes and your no be no,” I said.

“That’s right, son,” Dad said. “That’s how I bought this land from Harper. We wrote down the agreement and shook hands and when I gave him his final payment we shook hands and thanked each other. Clyde told everybody about how we did things. I’ve always had more land to farm than time.”

“Is Bowden an honest man?” I said.

“No,” Dad said, “his greatest dishonesty is to himself.”

(Continued tomorrow.)

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White Lies Are Whitewash 

Daily Prompt: Pants on Fire

What was the last lie you told? Why did you tell it?

Whitewash eventually washes away, but the truth eventually comes through.

Whitewash eventually washes away, but the truth eventually comes through.

In the most technical sense writers of fiction lie. Even though a story may be based on actual events, those events are rearranged and massaged to fit a theme or disguise the real story or characters. It’s called poetic license or lying.

When thinking of all the terrible character flaws and sins that can be committed lying stands at the very top of the heap. It is used to cover other nefarious misdeeds as well.

It seems modern-day social moralists have broken lies down into degrees; bold face lies, little white lies, whoppers, stories, pulling one’s leg, and truth bending (there are many more). Some seem harmless.

Certainly there is a clear difference between telling a story (something with a moral parity) and being lighthearted or actually trying to deceive. There is always caution because the lines can and sometimes do become blurred.

Truth is perhaps the most beautiful of all things. It is to that point that we are all moving. We don’t like being given wrong directions, especially purposely.

Modern day moralists have proclaimed there is no absolute truth. It is up to each one to seek his own truth. “Your truth may be different than mine.”

Everything around us is made up of truth. Physical laws govern our existence and daily lives. An object falling from the sky follows an exact formula that does not deviate. My truth does not differ from others’. Objects transform, ignite, and change due to predetermined laws. They are predictable and we depend on the honesty of nature everyday.

It is interesting how much stock the Bible puts on telling the truth. Of all created things humans are the only ones who change the course of human events by their ability to fabricate and alter facts and truth.

The devastation of a lie is born out by the fact that it was a lie that caused mankind’s fall from God’s favor. Satan lied to Eve. “You will not die,” he said. Eve made a decision based on false information fed to her by Satan. It is more than a story with a moral parity, but if one were to be gleaned it would be that people make decisions that may result in life or death based on what one says.

A screw is said to be made to a particular specification when in fact it is not. It gives way and an engine to a passenger jet malfunctions.

The Bible places great emphasis on truth and honesty. It says at John 8:44 “YOU are from YOUR father the Devil, and YOU wish to do the desires of YOUR father. That one was a manslayer when he began, and he did not stand fast in the truth, because truth is not in him. When he speaks the lie, he speaks according to his own disposition, because he is a liar and the father of [the lie].” Nearly every wicked deed comes from the deception of others or self. Not only is it imperative to be honest and not lie to others, but the same holds true when dealing with ourselves.

Trust and honesty are two great moral barometers to a person’s character. Work hard at achieving it.

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A Square Peg In A Round Hole

imagesCA32RQ2ODaily Prompt: We Can Be Taught!

Tell us a moment or an incident that you treasure — not necessarily because it brought you happiness, but because it taught you something about yourself.

“I’ll never forget that as long as I live.” That is a phrase that we often use when speaking of a moment of great elation, tragedy, reversal of life course, or moments of truth. The amazing thing about them is that they are not planned, it happens at random, and unforeseen. Most unusual about them is that often little thought or recognition is given to those events. They occur as if only another breeze, another breath, another sunrise.

Occasionally we can freeze-frame those moments into our memory and preserve them like a precious gift.

It’s like a moment in a movie; the whole world seems as if scripted for your moment. It is the close up. It is the “You can’t handle the truth” moment, it is the “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn” conclusion, or “Hell, the fall will kill us,” humorous reality.

What is equally fascinating about these moments is that we don’t remember many of them, but others remember them as being particularly poignant and memorable.

That is what great story telling is about, finding what is memorable in the mundane and making it meaningful for others.

I always remember moments when extraordinary kindness, compassion, and understanding has come my way.

It was the summer of ‘73. I had the responsibility of a wife and three children. I had a job that could not support us. There were job openings at a factory that paid well. My family’s future hinged on getting a job there.

An aptitude test was given and I qualified. During the interview process the HR person determined I did not possess the skills needed for employment at the factory.

I was crushed. I recall tears pooling in my eyes. “Sir, I really need this job. It takes no skill to push a broom. I will do anything. I just need this job very badly.”

Without looking up from the a papers on his desk he said, “You can’t expect us to fit a square peg in a round hole.”

“Please, give me a chance,” I said.

He made a movement as if shooing a fly.

On the way to my car a man caught up with me. “Hey, son,” he said. “I overheard you. I do hiring also. Show up Monday morning in department five. You got a job.”

I’ll never forget it as long as I live.

The factory eventually started the process of closing down. I was able to find a better paying job.

Five years later I’m secure in a new job and doing well. My company hired the HR man who turned me away six years earlier. He was not hired into our HR department, but on the floor, operating machines like a commoner.

It was lunch time. He sat directly across the table from me. He quickly pulled out the Wall Street Journal and began reading. It was like a barrier between us. I’m certain he had no memory of me.

As he read he talked to the men on both sides of him. “This company is completely insane. You have somebody, like me, with vast experience in management and HR and they stick me behind a machine. My skills and experience are going to waste. What kind of outfit is this anyway?”

I had enough of his whining about his lot in life and judging from the eye rolls of everybody else in earshot so where they. I finished my meal and grabbed hold of his Wall Street Journal and pulled it down. “You know what they way, sir, ‘You can’t fit a square peg in a round hole.’”

Everybody later expressed appreciation for shutting him up, but none knew the whole story.

I’ll never forget it as long as I live.

Square pegs just need to have the edges rounded in order to fit in the round holes. It also takes others with vision to recognize the potential we all have. We all need just a little adjustment to fit.

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Which Hill Do You Want To Die On? (Short fiction)

Daily Prompt: Fight or Flight

When faced with confrontation, do you head for the hills or walk straight in? Was there ever a time you wished you’d had the opposite reaction?

It was Saturday morning. Jake sat at his kitchen table with his thirty year old son, Arthur.

“Dad, what should I do?” Arthur said. “The report is due Monday morning.”

Jake heaved a sigh and pressed his lips. “Son, we live in two different worlds. I was never faced with quarterly evaluations, projections, power lunches, power ties, power presentations, or power anything. I got up went to work and came home.”

“You had to handle conflict in your day,” Arthur said. “I remember guys calling you from work or dropping by and asking for advice.”

“Like I said, son, it’s two different worlds. I worked in a factory. Things are different,” Jake said. “But I’ll hear you out anyway.”

“I received falsified reports,” Jake said. “If I include them as facts everything looks good. I’ve talked to the people who gave me the reports. They said it’s done all the time and projections indicate that the next quarter everything will be adjusted. They say that’s the way things have always been done. They say corporate heads know it’s that way.”

“Well if that’s the way things have always been done than why the problem?” Jake said.

“I went back ten years ago,” Arthur said. “They weren’t done that way then. It’s only been within the last five years reports have been done that way.”

“Do you know the reason they changed?” Jake said.

“Yes,” Arthur said. “For no other reason than to keep corporate off their backs.”

“Well there’s a lot to be said for that,” Jake chuckled. “So what, in your mind, is the problem?”

“There will be a big confrontation if I report the truth and something tells me I should.” Arthur said. “Do you know what that could do to a well oiled corporate structure?”

“Well than the answer is obvious to me,” Jake said. “You file the report as it has been done the past five years and everybody’s happy. The boss is happy. The guys that gave you the reports are happy. You don‘t have to face a confrontation. Like you said the figures will adjust during the next quarter.”

Arthur smiled. “Dad, I knew you would give me good advice.”

“Not really,” Jake said. “I think you knew all along what you wanted to do. Confrontation doesn’t come easy. Remember in school you had that problem with a teacher who was changing a pretty girl’s grade. You thought it was wrong. You thought it should be reported. Do you remember what I told you?”

“Yeah,” Jake said. “That was big one. You said, ’What hill do you want to die on?’”

“That’s right,” Jake said. “We have to choose our battles wisely. A war is not won by the Army that wins the most battles or takes the most hills, only the important battles and important hills. You did the right thing back then. A teacher got fired. He was doing it with other girls. Who knows what problems you might have saved others?”

“Do you think this is an important hill?” Arthur said.

“Either way, you face a confrontation,” Jake said. “The confrontation of your conscience or the confrontation of men. Which will it be? Which can you live with?”

“Wow, Dad,” Jake said. “I’m worse now that I was when I came to you for advice.”

“Well I’m sorry about that, son,” Jake said. “Let me walk you to your car. I’m going out anyway.”

“What ya got planned for the day?” Arthur said.

“I got that old clunker in the garage,” Jake said. “I love that car, but I’m selling it.”

“What!” Arthur said.

“I’m selling it,” Jake said.

“You’ve always had that car,” Arthur said.

“That’s right and it’s time that it goes,” Jake said. “The transmission’s bad. It slips a little. That’s why I’m selling it. I’m going down to the automotive store. They have this additive I can put in it and it won’t slip anymore – at least for a while.”

“Dad!” Arthur said. “You’re passing the problem on to somebody else without telling them?”

“Sure,” Jake said. “As far as they’re concerned it’s a well oiled machine. And who knows they may sell it before it really goes bad or they may not drive it that much anyway.”

“Dad,” Arthur said. “This doesn’t sound at all like you.”

Jake smiled. “I got a hill in front of me don’t I.”

“And I’m the one who really has the car with a bad transmission, right?“ Arthur said. “I can keep it going and pass the problem to somebody else or report it so it can get fixed, right?”

“See the problem is this,” Jake said. “I face reality now or have a guy come back in six weeks wanting his money back. Who do I want to confront the guy at the transmission shop or an angry buyer?”

“I suppose our greatest confrontation is our conscience and consequences of decisions we make and not people,” Arthur said.

“Something like that,” Jake said.

Jake walked Arthur to his car.

“Dad,” Arthur said. “You’re really not selling that old clunker are you?”

Jake smiled. “Write an honest report, son.”

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My Mom Is 99; Top That!

Mom when she was a teenager. We might call this a glamor shot today. Mom wanted to be an actress.

Mom when she was a teenager. We might call this a glamor shot today. Mom wanted to be an actress.

Daily Prompt: Hi, Mom!

Today is Mother’s Day in the United States. Wherever in the world you are, write your mother a letter.

I’m not an observer or celebrator of Mother’s Day. Let’s be blunt; if one needs a reminder from a TV commercial, a greetings card company, florists, or The Country Buffet maybe things ain’t so good between you and Mom.

If I did something special for her on that day she would call me out on it. “Why can’t you be this nice to me all the time?”

I call her once a week. Sometimes she gets lost in her memories. She will confuse me with her brother who died over twenty years ago. We have the same first name.

I think a lot about Mom these days. She’s ninety-nine. Imagine that! She has outlived her husband, boyfriend, brothers, sister, all her cousins, friends, and two daughters. She’s buried I don’t know how many doctors that has told her to keep her cholesterol down and  lose some weight.

She lived in a time before radio, TV, or any sort of communication as we know it today. Automobiles were rare. An airplane ride was a novelty. She was in high school when the Great Depression started. She was a part of that “greatest generation” where all work was honorable and to be on welfare or the public dole was a dishonor. If you didn’t have a job you looked until you found a job, any job.

That's Mom holding me up. Taken in 1947 at 124 1/2 East Euclid Street, Lima, Ohio.

That’s Mom holding me up. Taken in 1947 at 124 1/2 East Euclid Street, Lima, Ohio.

Mom was a retail clerk, had a laundry route, managed retail stores, worked in factories, cleaned homes, washed dishes, tended bars, and waited tables.

She still lives on her own. She works crossword puzzles every day and still watches soap operas.

Nearly two years ago I posted stories about her for an entire year. They are under the “Mom” category of the right sidebar.

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Is is Is

Some words are nothing more than floozies, all dressed up and no place to go.

Some words are nothing more than floozies, all dressed up and no place to go.

Daily Prompt: Morphing

Language evolves. The meaning of a word can shift over time as we use it differently — think of “cool,” “heavy,” or even “literally.”

Today, give a word an evolutionary push: give a common word a new meaning, explain it to us, and use it in the title of your post.

We depend of words. Words bind human society and endeavors together. They are precious and yet the meanings change. The meanings are changed by people who don’t want to live a life of truth; “It depends on what the meaning of is is.”

When a person starts a statement with, “Honestly…” I know it’s going to be a lie. They have already said that everything preceding “Honestly” is suspect and now the truth. “Honestly” has become a useless word. It has been used so often by liars it has been cheapened to the point an honest man can’t use it anymore. It’s like at one time only tough guys wore tattoos. Now every punk with a credit card and deflated self worth has one. The tough guys don’t have them anymore. The want-a-be has saturated the market.

When a person starts a sentence with “Basically…” it means the same as “Honestly.” They are telling me the truth is somewhere in what is said, but you have to find it for yourself. When I hear the word “Basically” I think, “Oh crap, I got to do some digging.”

“Basically, what you have here is a good car.” That means a whole lot of other stuff is wrong with it. Six months and six thousand dollars later you come to find out that “basically” meant the tires were new.

The more one writes the more they experience the power of words, either to convey truth or deceive. Truth is conveyed in straightforward unambiguous words. Lies are prefaced with qualifiers and meaningless ramblings. They are like cheap floozies drenched in a quart of two-dollar perfume.

While I’m at it I get a little irritated with the WordPress spellcheck. They make me feel like I’m a misogynist, racists, homophobic, xenophobic, anti-Semitic, crude, insensitive, chauvinistic pig with their biased language police alert.  Yeah, I meant floozies!

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A Fool And His Money…

If I found $10,000 on my dresser in the morning, I would question where I spent the night and how I spent the night.

If I found $10,000 on my dresser in the morning, I would question where I spent the night and how I spent the night.

Daily Prompt: Seven Days

You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.

A number of years ago my family and I were backing out our drive. We noticed something laying in the street. Something that looked as though it did not belong there. You know, it didn’t look like a food wrapper, glove, or tennis shoe.

It was a check book.

We jotted down the name, address, and phone number on the front of the first check. We called the number. There was no answer. It was about six in the morning and we were planning on going out of town for the weekend.

We called our local police department and told them what we found. We agreed to leave the check book at the police station on our way out of town.

I suggested to my wife that no matter how honest we think the police are it would be well if we inventory the contents. There were twelve one hundred dollar bills behind the checks.

We asked the policeman for a receipt. Which he kindly arranged.

After we returned home a few days later we asked the police department if the check book and money had been claimed. The said it had. We verified it with the person whose name was on the check.

This Daily Prompt reminds me of that morning, perhaps thirty years ago.

If I found $10,000 on my dresser and no plans my reaction would be much the same. It is not my money. Somebody broke in. Obviously it was an intent to surprise someone. We have some very nice neighbors, up in age. Perhaps it was for them. I’d check with them. I’d check with the neighbors on the other side. I’d call my kids to make sure they hadn’t arranged a surprise. Once I would have exhausted all personal efforts inform the police.

Then with my week not being planned and nothing to do. I’d say ‘Forget the Daily Prompt; I got plenty to write about for the next seven days.”

Here are my posts:

1. What I just wrote.

2. The search for owner (hope it ain’t drug money).

3. How deserving I am of the money (Haha).

4. Plan on how to hide it from the IRS.

5. How I was going to spend the money.

6. How I would have actually spent the money.

7. How $10,000 doesn’t go as far as it used to.

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