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   <h3 class="title"><a name="#top"></a>Update: January 21, 2006</h3>
    <h4 class="titlesmall">The topic of this update is: &#8220;You Lie - You Die&#8221; 
      (<em>Certainly not literally, but &#8220;figuratively&#8221;</em>)<br>
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    <p>We have all been taught at one time or another that if you tell a lie and 
      don&#8217;t fess up to the lie &#8211; you will end up telling many more 
      lies in order to validate (or attempt to validate) the original lie. <em><strong>But 
      that&#8217;s not the end of it!</strong></em></p>
    <p>Each and every day of the rest of your life, a little bit of you will die 
      each day, each week, each month, each year and so on; and you will never 
      know a true sense of freedom until you have made right that which you have 
      done wrong!</p>
    <p>For example and for the record, I have lied just once in my life to the 
      very best of my recollection. The first and only time was in 1959 (I was 
      14 years of age at the time), and I was a collector of stamps (the proper 
      term is - I was a &#8220;philatelist&#8221;). I was at a stamp and coin 
      store on Franklin Street in Worcester next to the old Capital Theatre called 
      Ephraim&#8217;s (I may well have the spelling wrong, but if you lived in 
      Worcester at the time you knew of this coin and stamp business).</p>
    <p>The owner of the store was a gentleman named Irving and he knew me as a 
      regular &#8211; for each week after receiving my allowance, I would find 
      my way to his business with the objective of purchasing one or more &#8220;first 
      day covers&#8221; or a series of stamps to add to my collection.</p>
    <p>One day, just before 5:00 PM (I can still to this day picture the event 
      and it happened almost 47 years ago), I had 50 cents in hand and went to 
      the counter to pay for two &#8220;first day covers&#8221; after sliding 
      a 50 cent packet of stamps into my pocket when I was comfortable no one 
      was looking. I was thrilled that I had the stamps I wanted, and couldn&#8217;t 
      wait to put them in my stamp album and in a couple of places it completed 
      the stamps required for that page. It felt so good, until I tried to go 
      to sleep that evening.</p>
    <p>You guessed it! I couldn&#8217;t sleep or at least I couldn&#8217;t sleep 
      well. For the next six days (until I was able to one again receive my allowance 
      and get to Ephraim&#8217;s) I was bothered by what I had done. Now at the 
      coin and stamp store once again, I purchased a first day cover for 25 cents 
      and indicate to Irving Ephraim that I found 50 cents on the floor and I 
      gave it to him. Mr. Ephraim indicated if I found it I could keep it, but 
      I refused for that didn&#8217;t solve the problem for me and get me out 
      from under the dark cloud I had created for myself. Reluctantly, Mr. Ephraim 
      took the 50 cents.</p>
    <p>I now felt better for my debt to society had been paid &#8211; or so I 
      thought! As a little bit of me had died each day for six days until I had 
      paid the 50 cents for the stamps I had really stolen, something still wasn&#8217;t 
      right for me. It didn&#8217;t feel the same each time I walked into store, 
      and I didn&#8217;t know why. I had made up for my poor judgment, didn&#8217;t 
      I? Then why wasn&#8217;t everything O.K.?<br>
      Here I am, having just turned 15 years of age, a sophomore at Classical 
      High School and I am troubled and can&#8217;t get a hold on it. </p>
    <p>Then one day as I was gazing out the window during a biology lab session, 
      it hit me like a ton of bricks! I finally realized what the problem was, 
      but more importantly how to correct it and make everything right. When classes 
      ended for the day, I left immediately and proceeded to Mr. Ephraim&#8217;s 
      Stamp store. I didn&#8217;t look for stamps or first day covers this time. 
      I looked for Mr. Ephraim and waited till he finished with his last customer; 
      at which time it was just he and I in the store. I indicated to Mr. Ephraim, 
      &#8220;I need to tell you something.&#8221; He responded, &#8220;What is 
      it?&#8221; I said, &#8220;A while back I took a 50 cent packet of stamps 
      and didn&#8217;t pay for them at the time. It bothered me so much, that 
      a week later I came to you and told you I found 50 cents and you wanted 
      me to keep the 50 cents I supposedly found, and when I refused you took 
      the 50 cents. I thought that made the situation right and everything was 
      now O.K. But it wasn&#8217;t.&#8221;</p>
    <p>I continued, &#8220;Mr. Ephraim, I took the 50 cent packet of stamps and 
      I should not have. I&#8217;m sorry for what I did, and I just needed for 
      you to know that I&#8217;m truly sorry and it won&#8217;t happen again.&#8221; 
      Did this now clean the slate for me and was everything now going to be O.K? 
      Not quite yet!</p>
    <p>Mr. Ephraim said, &#8220;Young man, I saw you take the packet of stamps 
      and I wondered how you were going to deal with it.&#8221; (I was shocked, 
      embarrassed even more, and speechless). He continued, &#8220;When you came 
      back a few days later and gave me 50 cents, I was very proud of you and 
      pleased I did not make an issue of it at the time you took the packet of 
      stamps. I now know we both made the right decisions &#8211; me, by not making 
      it an issue at the time; and you, for coming forward an owning up to the 
      truth to get from under the burden you obviously carried until now.&#8221;</p>
    <p>From that moment on, Mr. Ephraim and I became friends. He called me by 
      my first name and he taught me one of the most important lessons I have 
      and shall ever learn &#8211; that being &#8211;</p>
    <p><strong>&#8220; ONLY THE TRUTH CAN SET YOU FREE ! &#8221;</strong></p>
    <p> <strong>As an Update</strong> &#8211; The Administrative Hearings Counsel, 
      Division of Professional Licensure, has commenced the hearing on the complaints 
      filed against me by Mrs. Katherine Mangsen &amp; Nordgren Memorial Chapel 
      with the prosecution presenting their case and witnesses on Wednesday and 
      Thursday, January 18-19, 2006. February 3, 2006 will be the final day for 
      the prosecution&#8217;s witnesses to testify, at which time dates will be 
      scheduled for me and my attorneys to present the facts and to call ALL the 
      families referenced either directly or indirectly by Mrs. Mangsen and Nordgren 
      Memorial Chapel in their complaints.</p>
    <p><strong>Next update, scheduled for Friday, February 3, 2006<br>
      </strong><em>(sooner, if appropriate)</em><br>
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