honesty is the best policyPosted: July 22, 2012
My father told me a thousand times “Honesty is the best policy”. His father was famous in his small town for being a man who’s handshake was as good as a contract.
When I was sixteen, working as a carpet cleaner, back in 1972 or so, I dated a lovely girl Marybeth who’s father was the manager where I banked. There were no ATM’s and direct deposit in those days so every Wednesday in the summer I would go in to Farmer’s National Band & Trust and cash my check. I bought all my clothes, paid almost all my own expenses at the age of sixteen.
One day the teller gave me one hundred dollars more than my check claimed. One hundred dollars was alot of money to a guy paying everything himself. I promptly informed the teller and returned the extra.
As most teen romances do, Marybeth and I soon drifted apart and years later I heard her father was arrested for embezzling. I wonder if he thought me a fool for returning the money?
No matter, it was the right thing to do.