No sir, do not confuse me with the 16th president of the United States, Mr. Abraham Lincoln. While we share some similarities with regards to disposition--melancholic--I don't think one should make the error of mistaking me for Lincoln. However, I did undergo a moral dilemma today, and in this time of uncertainty, was able to recall stories I heard about Honest Abe and his upstanding character. (To any ultra-conservatives out there, what Lincoln did with Joshua Speed in that room in Springfield is none of your business.)
What happened today was that I received change for a fifty when I'd actually handed the cashier a twenty. The restaurant where I was dining was crowded, and I definitely could have just slipped the extra cash into my wallet and walked out. But I imagined a crude, 1850s era color illustration of a gangly Lincoln wearing high water trousers with suspenders and a white cotton shirt walking down a dirt road to return a few cents to some old woman he'd overcharged. I thought of Lincoln on that road with his head full of ideas about goodness and honesty and his pocket full of change that wasn't rightfully his. As much as I could use some extra money, I gave the cash back to the cashier because I figure something good will come around t0 me because of it. Also, I think now people will be more inclined to confuse me with Lincoln.
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