I remember the first time I was honest.  Not in the normal, day to day meaning… but the first time I was honest to the point that it cost me… I remember it clear as day.  I was 16, in a bathroom stall at my school and I had cheated on 3 high school end of year exams.  I had recently found a faith (that I loosely still proscribe to) but back then, it was a new found faith and a set of beliefs that challenged my character deeply.  I remember I had been caught cheating on one of the exams – I was humiliated.  And after that 3rd exam, I went into this stall to breathe, to cry, to sulk and to gather my devious game plan of how to handle it.  I wanted to lie, to blame it on someone, to minimize what I had done…