I could lie.
I could totally lie.
In fact, things would be immensely easier if I started doing it.
According to some, I’m a habitual liar. Hell, I got so inflamed by that arrogant idea that I immediately set out to work on my next manuscript titled Perjury.
I mean, if I’m going to do it. . .I’m going to do it right.
My uncle was denied placement at the nursing home we chose. Which means we have to find another nursing home. He was denied, because he is a wander risk and they don’t have a locked unit. The need for a locked unit severely knocks back our choices in appropriate nursing homes.
It also knocks out about 99% of assisted living homes. . .if he could even afford to go there.
But I could have lied.
He got denied, because I was honest about his wandering habits at home.
I could have lied.
I could have told them that he doesn’t go outside fifty million times a day.
I could have told them that he never gets agitated or threatens violence.
I could have said that he knows he is going to the nursing home, completely accepts and understands it, and probably won’t be upset at all by the move.
I could have said that he has never. . .not once. . .threatened to run off and live in the woods like a hermit.
I could have let him go to the meeting today after dressing himself, but I made sure he had decent clothes on and everything was buttoned right this morning so he wouldn’t be embarrassed and could have lunch there.
I could have lied.
And if I had lied, he’d probably have gotten approved. I’m not sure how long they would have kept him, but we’d have a foot in the door at least. I’d be a step ahead maybe. It might have even benefited me to lie. It might have worked out for him. Might. . .might. . .might.
So I suppose I should be understanding when others around me lie, right? I should sit back, nod my head, and say, Why sure. It makes complete sense. If we make the situation sound worse, we’ll get more help.
Except when you are an organization that is set in place to help people you have a certain level of power and influence. And that power and influence can be used to hurt people. . .especially when you have lied about the situation, made it more than it is, and because of that, have given a bad reputation to the people you are supposed to be helping.
So when I come to you for help, and I explain the situation, and hope that you can help guide me in the right direction. . .these things should not happen:
1. You never actually get back to me about the problem, so weeks later I start trying to figure it out myself.
2. I figure it out and find out that you talked to the same people I have. . .They were even so kind as to send me the correspondence from you.
3. You lied about the situation. You lied in a way that made you look good and us bad. You lied to make it sound drastic. You lied to make it sound like an emergency. You lied and made it sound like a house raid needed to take place.
As the husband would say, “I will beat you ’till you shit teeth.”
Don’t lie on my family.
Herstory Lesson: When life sucks you get to find out who has a nice dishonest streak.