Introduction: We began to do this assignment in may. We needed to make a video. The purpose of doing this assignment was to know what is my true believe and what cause it and how it affects my life!
Reflection: the hardest part of this assignment was that I didn’t know what is my believe at first. That spent me a lot of time to think about. The part I did good was images. I found 100+ pictures to make the video. If I had to do this assignment again, I would write a better essay. From this assignment, I learned how to make video and how to write a good essay. I also found my true believe.
Reflection: the hardest part of this assignment was that I didn’t know what is my believe at first. That spent me a lot of time to think about. The part I did good was images. I found 100+ pictures to make the video. If I had to do this assignment again, I would write a better essay. From this assignment, I learned how to make video and how to write a good essay. I also found my true believe.
A White Lie
I am a 16-year-old girl who lives in shanghai. Now, I am studying in an American high school. I have parents who love me very much, a cousin who is my best friend, a kind aunt and a pair of nagging grandparents. I live in a warm family.
As a good student growing up in the Chinese education system, I have learned since I was young that honesty was a kind of wealth. Mark Twain, a famous writer, said “a lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.” I've always been told lying can hurt others, but before 4 years ago, I never thought the truth could also hurt. An experience made me understand sometimes lying is necessary and sometimes you need to lie to those you love.
I have a good relationship with my aunt. She is like my second mom. When I was young and my parents were very busy, they asked my aunt to take care of me. My aunt is very kind. She treated me as her own child. Good people like her should have a happy life; however, bad things always happen to good people. I was 12 years old when my mom told me my aunt was sick with kidney cancer. My brain was a mess, like a bomb going off. I couldn’t feel anything. I sat there and stared at the ground. Suddenly, my mom pushed me on the shoulder so that I would pay attention to her. She looked at my eyes and said: “ Don’t tell your aunt her situation at moment; she doesn’t know anything about her disease. We told her she had a kidney stone.” I felt confused. I believed lies hurt everyone but in this circumstance, I didn’t know which one was better, to tell the truth or to lie.
Every time I went to the hospital to see my aunt, I almost couldn’t stop myself from telling the truth. “You got cancer. You might die,” was what I wanted to say. I kept asking myself was it right to not tell the truth? Was it right not to remind her to cherish the time she had left? When I saw her happy face, I swallowed the words. I thought, if I told her, she wouldn’t smile so happily anymore.
Soon, it was the date of the operation. I stood outside the operating room and told myself whatever the result was, at least she wouldn’t feel afraid. The operation was very successful. A few months later, she would recover.
Later, when I asked my mom why all of my family numbers chose to lie to my aunt, she said, “ The doctor told us many people lost their confidence after they knew their situation, so we thought telling the lie was better.” Until now, my aunt still doesn’t know what disease she had before. I didn’t tell her the truth. I had to lie because I love her. From then on, I believe that sometimes lies can be better than the truth.
If publishing the truth hurts, I will lie. If honesty deteriorates the situation, I will lie. If lying can make things better for the people I love, I will lie. This I believe.
I am a 16-year-old girl who lives in shanghai. Now, I am studying in an American high school. I have parents who love me very much, a cousin who is my best friend, a kind aunt and a pair of nagging grandparents. I live in a warm family.
As a good student growing up in the Chinese education system, I have learned since I was young that honesty was a kind of wealth. Mark Twain, a famous writer, said “a lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.” I've always been told lying can hurt others, but before 4 years ago, I never thought the truth could also hurt. An experience made me understand sometimes lying is necessary and sometimes you need to lie to those you love.
I have a good relationship with my aunt. She is like my second mom. When I was young and my parents were very busy, they asked my aunt to take care of me. My aunt is very kind. She treated me as her own child. Good people like her should have a happy life; however, bad things always happen to good people. I was 12 years old when my mom told me my aunt was sick with kidney cancer. My brain was a mess, like a bomb going off. I couldn’t feel anything. I sat there and stared at the ground. Suddenly, my mom pushed me on the shoulder so that I would pay attention to her. She looked at my eyes and said: “ Don’t tell your aunt her situation at moment; she doesn’t know anything about her disease. We told her she had a kidney stone.” I felt confused. I believed lies hurt everyone but in this circumstance, I didn’t know which one was better, to tell the truth or to lie.
Every time I went to the hospital to see my aunt, I almost couldn’t stop myself from telling the truth. “You got cancer. You might die,” was what I wanted to say. I kept asking myself was it right to not tell the truth? Was it right not to remind her to cherish the time she had left? When I saw her happy face, I swallowed the words. I thought, if I told her, she wouldn’t smile so happily anymore.
Soon, it was the date of the operation. I stood outside the operating room and told myself whatever the result was, at least she wouldn’t feel afraid. The operation was very successful. A few months later, she would recover.
Later, when I asked my mom why all of my family numbers chose to lie to my aunt, she said, “ The doctor told us many people lost their confidence after they knew their situation, so we thought telling the lie was better.” Until now, my aunt still doesn’t know what disease she had before. I didn’t tell her the truth. I had to lie because I love her. From then on, I believe that sometimes lies can be better than the truth.
If publishing the truth hurts, I will lie. If honesty deteriorates the situation, I will lie. If lying can make things better for the people I love, I will lie. This I believe.