Of the Value of Honesty E-Book

Helmut Lauschke

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Seitenzahl: 77

Beschreibung

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

Leseprobe

Helmut Lauschke

Of the Value of Honesty

The Wonder of true Humanity

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

Of the Value of Honesty

Humane psychology versus war psychology

To cut off the girl’s arm

The triangular conversation

Honesty and Authenticity

Honesty as a Disposition

Impressum neobooks

Of the Value of Honesty

Humane psychology versus war psychology

Dr Lizette said during the tea break, while the nurses cleaned the theatre room that her husband would not do long this work with the war psychology, because the demands were simply too high which exceeded the normal physical and mental capacity by far. “What is normal in a war?”, I asked and said: “Also we doctors are over-challenged and overworked, 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.” Lizette said that war has its own psychology which differs by far from the psychology of her husband. I had the picture of a canyon in mind with the steep faces of the war psychology on one side and of the other psychology on the other side. I said: “I’m not a psychologist, however as far as I understand of psychology, it is directed toward the human being to achieve the internal balance and freedom and the internal peace rejecting any destructive attempts that the war brings to a large extent.”

The 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. They connect the one with the other, the psychology in the human-educated way of civilization with the grimace of disgust and destruction. The ugly face of war psychology belongs in the devil’s pot of the pathology of ‘human’ sciences.

“People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. 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. People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People really need help but may attack you if you do help them. Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.” (Oscar Wilde)

I felt the agitation of Dr Lizette who stood in front of me. I stopped the elaboration about psychology and its pathology with the distorted face of the war psychology when both doctors went back to theatre 2 for the last operation. An old woman lay on the operating table she had a skin lesion on the right forearm with the clinical signs of malignancy. I washed hands and forearms and was with my thoughts far away to ask and discuss with colleagues the dubiousness and manipulative susceptibility of the psychology and its pathology.

A nurse pulled the operating coat over me and tied the laces over my back. The instrument nurse held the scalpel in her right hand when I entered the theatre room and pulled over the gloves and approached the operating table. I cut out the lesion and marked with a stitch the proximal end of the excision for the topographic orientation of the histological findings and covered the large defect with a skin graft taken from the right thigh and fixed it with thin stitches. The operation had been finished after the dressings and bandages were put on. The patient were brought on the trolley and carried to the recovery room. I thanked Dr Lizette and the nurses for the good cooperation and left the theatre room for the dressing room where I pulled off the sweaty green shirt and green trousers and dried the skin on head, neck and chest and put on the civilian clothes. I left the theatre building and took the passage to the outpatient department to see the patients in consulting room 4 where the Philippine colleague had started working two hours ago.

When I passed the waiting hall I had seen the ten-year-old girl with the swollen right upper arm in company with an old woman. Both say on the third bench in front of the consulting room. I took my seat at the table and asked the nurse to call the old woman with her ten-year-old grandchild. They entered the room and the old woman took a seat on the chair. A second chair on which the back was broken off was put for the girl left to the chair with the grandmother. I showed the X-ray of the grandchild’s right upper arm to the grandmother by going with the pen’s tip around the bony lesion.

The grandmother kept her eyes on the X-ray and followed with great concern the marking with the pen. The girl with the beautiful face looked with innocent eyes at me to get the glimmer of hope that the doctor can help her. Her eyes expressed the full trust in the doctor, while the desperation drilled a hole into my heart. I told the grandmother that the bone lesion is a highly malignant one that threatened the life of her grandchild. Fortunately, there were no secondary tumors [metastases] in the lungs and on the ribs on the X-ray of the chest visible, but only the amputation of the arm can save her life. I had the greatest difficulty to speak out the sentence with the amputation. It caused the impact of a ‘grenade’ on the grandmother who gave the grandchild a hug with her left arm.

The girl’s eyes lost the hope and became deeply sad. It moved desperately my heart that I became speechless for a moment. Grandmother stroke with her left hand over the grandchild’s head and hugged her again with her left arm. It took minutes of silent thinking and silent despair when the grandmother agreed with the operation and gave her consent and signed the operation form. She stroke over the head of her grandchild who became stunned with tears in her eyes. I put her name on the preliminary operating list. I got speechless because of the mutilation as the result of this operation.

Grandmother and grandchild left with the completed admission form and the signed operation form the consulting room for the orthopedic children’s ward. Both did not turn their heads back to me. I felt very much sorry for the girl in my heart when grandmother pushed the swing door open to pass through and was followed by the stunned grandchild with the big tears in her eyes. The tragic blows had hit heavily the family: the mother was sick and had to care for smaller brothers and sisters, the father was torn to pieces by a landmine and the ten-year-old girl with her beautiful face and tears in her eyes was on the way for an amputation of her right arm. I knew that the girl would never smile again as she had done in the afternoon of the previous day when she came alone and trusted the doctor that he would do something good to her.

Honesty is the fastest/shortest way to prevent a mistake from turning into a failure. It needs a horrent input of personal humbleness and courage to come onto and follow this way, particularly in the time of the neglect and upside downs of the most fundamental principles in mankind due to the lack of knowledge, understanding and real humanity because by the deeper routed decadence in the arrogance and opposition against the basics of human creation.

Human honesty is needed to read and understand the books of wisdom. Honesty and integrity are the ground on which truth starts shining in its huge dimensions. The greatest truth is covered by humbleness and honesty. It saves eventually the human being.

You must improve your physical and psychological condition, because honesty and transparency make you touchable and vulnerable. 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.

Humbleness and honesty will force in the long run to a smaller and then to a bigger success, which people will rather misunderstand than to admit to you by congratulating and following you. Remain honest to you and the other people that on the way of your life the doors are ajar or open, but not locked.