I think it was my mother who taught me the meaning of honesty. Not because she actually wa

I think it was my mother who taught me the meaning of honesty. Not because she actually was honest, but because she lied all the time. She felt that the easiest way out of any given situation was generally the best way out. And, for her, that generally meant telling a “little white lie.” As a young child I thought it was kind of cool. And, naturally, when I would come to her with a concern or question wondering what I should do, she generally advised me to lie.
“Mom, I told Theresa that I would go over to her house, but now I would rather go to Sue’s house to play.”
“Tell Theresa you’re sick,” she would advise. And generally I did. But I didn’t seem blessed with her lack of conscience. On many painful occasions Theresa would find out that I really went to Sue’s house without her. These occasions taught me that it is more painful to be caught in a lie than it is to tell the truth in the first place. I wondered how it was possible that my mother had never learned that lesson.
I started thinking of all the lies that I’d heard her tell. I remembered the time she told someone that her favorite restaurant had closed, because she didn’t want to see them there anymore. Or the time she told Dad that she loved the lawn-mower he gave her for her birthday. Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn’t been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had involved me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell them that she wasn’t there.
So, I started my own personal fight against her dishonesty. When I answered the phone and it was someone my mother didn’t want to talk to, I said, “Louise, mom is here, but she doesn’t want to talk to you.” The first time I did it, she punished me, but I refused to apologize. I told her that I had decided that it was wrong to lie. And the next time it happened I did the same thing. Finally, she approached me and said, “I agree that lying is not the best thing to do, but we need to find a way to be honest without being rude.” She admitted that her methods weren’t right, and I admitted that mine were a bit too extreme.
Over the past few years, the two of us have worked together to be honest—and yet kind. Honesty should mean more than not lying. It should mean speaking the truth in kindness. Though I started by trying to teach my mom the importance of honesty, I ended up gaining a deeper understanding of the meaning of the term.
【小题1】 The author’s mother . A．thought white lies were not liesB．helped the author get out of trouble with white liesC．told the author to lie when in troubleD．taught the author the importance of being honest【小题2】The author . A．was thankful to her mother’s adviceB．felt more awkward when being caught lyingC．found that telling the truth hurt more than telling a lieD．felt guilty when hurting people with her honesty【小题3】It can be inferred that the author’s mother . A．met her friends in the same restaurant regularlyB．didn’t get along with the author’s teachersC．was not popular among her friendsD．wanted to have something else for her birthday【小题4】Finally the author and her mother agreed that . A．kind-heartedness is more important than honestyB．appropriate methods are the key to telling a good lieC．honesty is defined as kindness as well as truthfulnessD．absolute honesty is basic to good interpersonal relationshipsC 【小题1】B 【小题1】 D 【小题1】 C

(答案→)C 【小题1】B 【小题1】 D 【小题1】 C 解析：可联系答.案.网客服索取。

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