Beware of Misrepresentation of Truth

There was a sailor who worked on the same boat for three years. One night he got drunk.


This was the first time it ever happened. The captain recorded it in the log, “The sailor was drunk tonight.” The sailor read it, and he knew this comment would affect his career, so he went to the captain, apologized and asked the captain to add that it only happened once in three years which was the complete truth. The captain refused and said, “What I have written in the log is the truth.”

The next day it was the sailor’s turn to fill in the log. He wrote, “The captain was sober tonight.” The captain read the comment and asked the sailor to change or add to it explaining the complete truth because this implied that the captain was drunk every other night. The sailor told the captain that what he had written in the log was the truth.
Both statements were true but they conveyed misleading messages.


How Many Legs Does A Horse Have?

Abraham Lincoln once asked one of his secretaries, “If you call a tail a leg, how many legs does a horse have?”.


“Five,” replied the secretary.

“No,” said the President, “The answer is four. Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg.”

” Masks”

Don’t be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a
thousand masks, And none of them are me.
Don’t be fooled, for goodness sake, don’t be fooled.


I give you the impression that I’m secure, that
confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
And that I need no one.
But don’t believe me.

Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in
aloneness, in fear. That’s why I create a mask to
hide behind, to shield me from the glance that
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.

That is, if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s
followed by love. It’s the only thing that can
liberate me from my own self-built prison walls.
I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing and that
I’m just no good, And that you will reject me.

And so begins the parade of masks. I idly chatter
to you. I tell you everything that’s really nothing
Nothing of what’s everything, of what’s crying
within me.

Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not
saying. I’d really like to be genuine and
spontaneous, and me.
But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out
your hand.

Each time you’re kind and gentle, and
encouraging, Each time you try to understand
because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, feeble wings, but

With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your
power of understanding,
You alone can release me from my shallow world
of uncertainty.

It will not be easy for you. The nearer you
approach me, The blinder I may strike back.
But I’m told that Love is stronger than strong walls,
And in this lies my only hope.

Please try to beat down these walls with firm
But gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you wonder. I am every man you meet,
and also every woman that you meet,
And I am you, also.

-Author Unknown