Hello there,
Your thread reminded me of something that happened to me in England when I was 19 years old. A friend who was illiterate asked me to write a letter for him to his girlfriend. I felt it was a bad idea at the time but he persisted and I finally agreed. Trouble is, the girl got to like these letters very much, and though I kept telling him he would have to come clean and eventually tell her I’m not sure if he ever did because I returned home to Ireland shortly afterwards. I thought about these things on occasions especially having first arrived home, and I wasn’t too pleased with myself at all. I felt I had cheated and deceived that girl especially, and I didn’t do him much good either, not long term anyway. I hate all forms of deceit even more so today, and would never put my name to anything like that again.
Leviticus 19:11
Eddy Barry