I grew up in a community called Estepona. I was 16 when one morning, Dad told me I could drive him into a 36 village called Mijas, on condition that I took the car in to be 37 at
a nearby garage. I readily accepted. I drove Dad into Mijas, and 38 to pick him up at 4 pm,
then dropped off the car at the 39 . With several hours to spare, I went to a theater.
40 ,when the last movie finished, it was six. I was two hours late!
I knew Dad would be angry if he 41 I'd been watching movies. So I decided not to tell
him the truth. When I 42 there I apologized for being late, and told him I'd 43 as quickly
as I could, but that the car had needed some major repairs. I'll never forget the 44 he gave
"I?m disappointed you 45 you have to lie to me, Jason." Dad looked at me again.
"When you didn't 46 , I called the garage to ask if there were any 47 , and they told me you
hadn't yet picked up the car." I felt 48 as I weakly told him the real reason. A 49 passed
through Dad as he listened attentively. "I'm angry with 50 . I realize I've failed as a father. I'm
going to walk home now and think seriously about 51 I've gone wrong all these years." "But
Dad, it's 18 miles!" My protests and apologies were 52 . Dad walked home that day. I drove
behind him, 53 him all the way, but he walked silently.
Seeing Dad in so much 54 and emotional pain was my most painful experience.
However, it was 55 the most successful lesson. I have never lied since.