When I was about 11 years old, my parents, younger brother & I went on a road trip, from Minnesota to Utah and points in between. We had a pickup camper thing, with a bunk above the cab of the truck and a table that converted to a bed. In other words, very small!
If someone was cooking, you had to be either sitting at the table or outside, because it was pretty much a one-person kitchen. My little brother was outside at the time, and my Dad and I were sitting at the table. I was playing solitaire, the old-fashioned kind with cards that you deal. I was down to the last few cards and decided that I would non-challantly switch the order of two cards (that's right, I cheated at solitaire).
Well, unbeknownst to me, while my Dad was sitting there, he was also watching me. When I switched the two cards, he said, "You know, if you can't be honest with yourself, you can't be honest with anyone."
I can't recall what I said to my Dad and how I handled it. I think I said something like, "Yeah, you're right" (I'm pulling an Ollie North, but that's another story to anyone under a certain age). BUT, I always think about that Moment in Time and the gift of wisdom my Dad gave me...
"Be honest with yourself."
Miss you, Dad!
