Being born and brought up in a village called Bruis, I lived a simple life with my father. I was 16 when one morning, Dad told me I could drive him into a 1 village called Burbank, on condition that I took the car in to be 2 at a nearby garage (修车厂). I readily accepted. I drove Dad into Burbank, and 3 to pick him up at 4 pm, then dropped off the car at the garage. With several hours to spare, I went to a theatre. 4, when the last movie finished, it was six. I was two hours late!
I knew Dad would be angry if he 5 I'd been watching movies. So I decided not to tell him the truth. When I 6 there I apologized for being late, and told him I'd come as quickly as I could, but that the car had needed a major repair. I'll never forget the 7 he gave me. "I'm disappointed that you feel you have to lie to me, Jason." Dad looked at me again." When you didn't 8, I called the garage to ask if there were any 9, and they told me you hadn't yet picked up the car." I felt 10 as I weakly told him the real reason. A 11 passed through Dad as he listened attentively "I'm angry with 12. I realize I've failed as a father. I'm going to walk home now and think seriously about 13 I've gone wrong all these years." "But Dad, it's 19 miles!" my protests (反对) and apologies were useless. Dad walked home that day. I drove behind him, 14 him all the way, but he walked silently.
Seeing Dad in so much 15 and emotional pain was my most painful experience. However, it was also the most successful lesson. I have never lied since.
