At 12, I believed honesty was always rewarded.
One afternoon, I hit a ball through a vacant apartment’s window.
The sound of shattering glass was followed by kids running in all directions screaming, “Run! No one will tell.”
I went to the manager, expecting praise for being so honest. He laughed, saying, “I’ve never had a kid snitch on themselves. Kind of dumb.”
I didn’t understand until my mother said, “How did you feel when you told the truth? Remember that instead of what he said. Pride in yourself will always be your reward.”