"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I lied." "Why did you lie, my son?" "I was asked a question and, if I told the truth, it would have curtailed me helping the person that asked me the question." "So, you lied to help this person?" "Yes, Father." "Fuckin great job, my son!"

At least, that's how I would imagine it should go.

I used to post about trying to do three good deeds a day. For over a week, I have had a hard time just standing up so the 3-a-day stuff is toast fer now. I can walk at times but I have to walk... I cannot walk slowly and that's how Mum walks, at a crawl, and with frequent stops. It's excruciating pain. Today, while walking Mum around Sobeys, an obviously "distressed" woman was babbling about egg rolls. I asked if I could help. GODSEND! I asked Mum if it was okay for me to leave her and show the woman where the egg rolls were and she agreed. That meant that I could actually walk at a reasonable pace AND do a good deed. Made my day.

Plus, I wrote another great short story outline and advanced a discussion about the Unfair Elections Act in Canada with my keen insight. All in all, not a bad day.

I assume that the above really doesn't contribute to the MOAB in any substantial manner but neither does the ******, IMO.