There has been a lot going on in my life recently, and it has made me think more about my personal relationship with honesty. For me, I think this relationship started back when I was in second grade, and I was diagnosed with minimal brain damage. I talk more about that in other writing, but this diagnosis had an interesting and very unsettling effect on my life. Like Adam and Eve taking a bite of the apple, I learned shame. I learned to be ashamed of who I was, and the fact that I could not read as well as others my age was a secret everyone knew but that I needed to hide. Each year, as I started a new semester with a new teacher, my parents would go and have a secret meeting with them, explaining my shameful truth. I always felt that I was a burden, a problem to be dealt with. Even when I was dreaming of attending the Air Force Academy and becoming an astronaut, I still felt that I had to hide. Later on, new words would come to change my diagnosis from minimal brain dama...