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people who lied ... part one

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MY MOM USED TO SAY, 'I CAN'T STAND A LIAR', AND IT DIDN'T TAKE ME VERY LONG TO REALIZE WHY SHE FELT SO STRONGLY ABOUT THAT

Early memories:

My mom and my dad used to tell me, if you do something wrong AND lie about, you'll 'get it' twice as bad. Aside from the mysterious "I can't stand a liar" that's about as much explanation as I ever got except that "There's a God in Heaven and he sees everything."

I myself wasn't a bad kid at all. In fact, my older relatives have told me I was a quiet, well-behaved, somewhat adventurous and inquisitive child ... but not mischivous or mean.

I don't know how much the fact that I took to heart what my parents told me played a part in that. I certainly didn't want to "get it" in any measure. I didn't want to lie about it if I did. And I sure didn't want to disappoint God because He'd created this wonderful world, put me in it, and I thought that was very nice.

Nevertheless, I had siblings and friends who lied all the time AND were very mean and mischivous. I watched as they escaped punishment when they did something wrong by lying while I "got it" when I admitted I did and often "got it" even when I didn't, even when someone lied about ME.

I asked my maternal grandmother about that one time and she said not to worry, "There's a God in Heaven and He sees everything."

One of my earliest memories was when my younger brother talked me into climbing onto the kitchen counter to get at the sugar container my mom kept on the top shelf (we loved to eat sugar by the spoonfuls). I had to reach really high up and when I tried to pull it down it crashed onto the counter spilling sugar for what seemed like miles to me.

Of course I got the blame. My brother ran and told my mom what had happened (she knew immediately of course) and played all innocent. I think I only got scolded really badly because I could have gotten hurt and I could have hurt my little brother AND I'd made a huge mess.

My brother got away smelling like a rose and took great enjoyment in seeing me in trouble while he escaped any punishment. I can remember that gleeful, wicked smile to this day. I grew to see it more and more as I grew.

I have to confess, it made me quite angry at realizing at such an early age that there is such a thing as injustice and much of it is caused by people who are out for themselves and will lie (or not tell the truth) and do anything to get what they want.

All this by the time I was into my 6th year too.

That was quite a burden that has lasted a long time.

To be continued ... maybe. It depends.

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