Questions, questions . . .

I was sharing with a confidante how much I admire the value of honesty.  I waxed lyrical about how it’s the value I prize above all others, how I struggle with anyone who’s dishonest, how I don’t deal very well with people at work who I can’t trust because they’ve been known not to tell the truth on more than one occasion.  And I really did mean it.

Interesting,” he said.  “When your kids were little, did you tell them that Father Christmas was real?”

Oh, the challenge of a killer question.  Have you been challenged lately?

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