Of the Value of Honesty

Honesty is a facet of moral character that connotes positive and virtuous attributes such as integrity, truthfulness, straightforwardness, including straightforwardness of conduct, along with the absence of lying, cheating, theft, etc. Honesty also involves being trustworthy, loyal, fair, and sincere.

"Also we doctors are over-challenged and over-burdened, but war does not care about human issues and needs, because war is the destroyer of civilization and mankind. War is the devil who swallows the people and its children with the ruthlessness of the laws of likelihood. War psychology is not more than a grimace of disgust and destruction that has nothing in common with a psychology of human reasonableness with the great and fundamental values of mankind. It is the schizophrenia in the sick brains of our time and particularly in the moral-diverted brains of the loudmouthed politicians who don't know what the psychology stands for."

"The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds. Think big anyway." (Oscar Wilde)

The greatest truth is covered by humbleness and honesty. It saves eventually the human being. The minimum of honesty is to stand up for who you are. Don't be afraid, when people start shouting at you and will beat you. It is the lack of knowledge and understanding that you like to be humble and straightforward on the path of thinking and doing things on the way of your life.

I incised the skin on the right upper arm close under the shoulder breadth in the shape of a fish mouth. I ligated and cut the big arm vessels, shortened the arm nerves up to the armpit and cut the muscles after separation from the attachments to the most upper part of the bone shaft which was finally cut a few centimeters below the humeral head. I cut the right arm off and laid it on the paper spread out on the floor. I sutured the skin-muscle flaps over the short stump together and got tears in my eyes when I dressed the wound and put on the bandage on the short stump. The girl was on the trolley when she searched with the left hand for her right arm and could not find the arm. I was depressed when I left the theatre and went to the dressing room where I wiped off the sweat from the head, neck and chest and put on a dry green shirt.

I put the picture of the girl into my mind as she was trying to fly with the left wing only, but dropped as a falling angel and was about to break the flapping wing. It was the picture of the pity and sadness when she put up the left arm, but where the right arm had to be, there was not more than a short and ugly stub.

"Truth never damages a cause that is just." ― Mahatma Gandhi