When has that ever been “right?” When I did lie, my mother would knock me into tomorrow. And I never could pull one over on Daddy. (Those who met/knew my father understand.)
As an adult though, if I lie–even if it is to not hurt someone’s feelings–I feel guilty. I’m not a holier-than-thou woman, and I’m not perfect–very far from it. I do have a conscience. I have to live with myself and answer to a higher power. I have children and family who look up at and to me. I would hate to embarrass them.
Where is personal accountability?
End of my sermon. Go forth and do a random act of kindness.